Thanks so very much to Comcast for trashing my phone and internet service for two days. They couldn't have picked a worse 48 hour period. You know, I was just facing deadlines with chapter reviews requiring massive files batted back and forth on two projects between two publishers. Nothing trivial. Nothing like sitting in the Hilton parking lot with the laptop at 5AM, upload files, download the next batch. Then back home to work, then back to the Hilton.
The third Comcast tech finally admitted the whole section of town is down because of a fiber optic "upgrade issue."
On the good side, I have taken delivery of a case of Arran Robert Burns scotch.
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