The not-so-perfect end to a crazy week: our cable modem service is out, something to do with an unhappy RF signal not being able to make a commitment. I’m actually on 45.2 kbps dial-up right now. Charter Communications is going to see if someone can drop by tomorrow — Saturday — sometime during the day. No guarantees since my psychic powers didn’t kick in, warning to me to make an appointment in advance because my service was going out. But they did promise to call my cell phone with a warning, allowing me to wander a short distance from home.
On the bright side, the Clayton Farmer’s Market opens in the morning down the street from two hotspots (Starbucks, Krispy Kreme) and around the corner from "my" usual hotspot (Northwest Coffee), in case I have to mix business with pure pleasure.