Much as I would like to turn this into the next “Ring” Cycle, getting a modem is a bigger nuisance than I imagined.
First the modem I ordered from Amazon did not work. Back in the box and back to Amazon it went.
Then I called Verizon on the assumption that they provided my Internet. Wrong. They sold their book of Internet to Frontier Communications, whoever they are. I got hold of Frontier Communications and they could not find our account in their records. I told Jason, the call center peon, that I was ending the call because this wasn’t in the least helpful.
I always think of Eddie Albert’s character, Oliver Wendell Douglas, on the Sixties classic sitcom  Green Acres, when these little collisions with reality occur. I don’t have to climb a pole to use the phone like he did though. Another reason to be glad I have underground utility lines.

The modem for my big computer, the one with a real keyboard, is kaput. So a new one is on order. I have written a new poem, (I feel like Monsieur Gustave from The Grand Budapest Hotel.) but I have to wait for new modem to show up from Amazon.

One of the blessings of my disability is that I have been home most days and not driving. Thank God. This morning, I helped out a friend who doesn’t have a vehicle get to work. That meant I had to drive during rush hour. I saw what I was missing and I realized how lucky I am.
Anybody who criticizes conformity too stridently doesn’t take into account that conformity is what makes driving a viable means of getting places. We all agree to conform to the rules of the road. Being a unique driver isn’t particularly valuable.