In 48 hours, we should have an internet connection that does not compel my browser to time out at the speed of light.
In the interim, there is a partner who has picked this week to disregard the "ensure adequate ventilation" warning on some sealant, with the full-anti-meal-deal and other charming prospects arising. We are down to headache and exhaustion, after two days of touch and go.
And I have degenerated to the full scale of 1950's housewife syndrome. It is excessively unattractive. I do 1980's earth-dyke a treat. I even do 1970's new-ager a treat. I do not do June Cleaver.
And if I did, I could be accused of much worse things than 1050's housewife syndrome. My partner may well object.
Oh, to have a valium....
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To those of you who sent in friend requests before I even had a full 10-minute session online, thank you, both for your offers of friendship, and your patience.
A couple of words to the reasonably sage: until such time as I have a connection to the 'net that is faster than, for instance, the enitre evolutionary process - from protozoa to prototonic brains - it is best to stick to text comments. I have been told this past week that we should be getting actual broadband (higher than intermittent speeds of 2 Mbps, with prevailing speeds of about 12Kbsp) on Monday. I have resolved to keep breathing, in the interim.
Lengthier missives will be de rigeur after that. :)
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