"SECONDS TO SPARE"

Chag Sameach, darlings.

Chicago is snowing its ass off. It's lovely. Bitch all you want about snow, but I love it. I like driving in it, I like walking in it, I like watching it from my windows, I like watching my cat watch it incredulously, I like hearing people crunchily drive past my apartment on the street below in it, I like to sit in a shitted-out bar and have a drink and watch snow fall. I like it. Oh, please, I hope my shower doesn't freeze again this year.

But know what I'm not as crazy about? Comcast. Because Comcast can suck it, because I don't think a single month has gone by in the past two and a half years that I haven't had some sort of issue with them, I am only able to get a wireless signal from the far southeast corner of my apartment. Forch for me, my bedside table and the right side of my bed are also in the southeast corner of my digs. So, I can only get online in the hay. It's been this way for days. Anyway. Ever tried to get a Comcast tech out "asap"...? Yeah, no, yeah. Thursday between 8 and 10 am, say they. The last time they sent a tech, they rescheduled every day for eight business days, rescheduling each day after the allotted time. I suspect that has something to do with my being able to wrangle a two-hour widow out of them this time, but it might also be because the guy on the phone this time was Canadian. And you know me and the Canadians. I (heart) the Canadians.

I did a lot today. I drank a lot of coffee today. It's way past my bedtime and I'm not showing signs of shutting down just---- zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz