Hello again, my friends.
Welcome to Thursday.
I didn't write on Wednesday because my internet connection at home was toast. I write these humble, sub-par words during my lunch hour, and I can tell you that my internet connection at home is still toast. It's like the kind of toast that languishes on a breakfast plate for a couple of days in the kitchen because you forgot to throw it out even though your wife is on your arse to do so, but you ignore her because you're tired of her mouth and just want to sleep and so you promise to throw it out tomorrow, even though she and you both know you won't but you have the unspoken part of your relationship that kicks in. That kind of toast.
Where was I?
Yeah. The internet connection is not good. I am trying to determine what to upgrade it to. Probably Fibreop, but I am not sure yet. I can actually write off a portion of the cost due to my Frank writing. And not having an internet connection at home frigs me up professionally, too.
The coming days will tell.
I will be in the Valley this weekend. I promise to think of you, but not in such a way as to make you feel uncomfortable. I have been told about that before.
See you tomorrow, my lovelies.