So I did what any self-respecting clueless gal who's late to work does, I hurriedly called Comcast after getting annoyed with their mobile site, and after receiving a "refresh signal," which sounded like bogus pacification to me, I hit 0 twice, just to make sure they knew I was serious about speaking to a human. As she asked me the usual security questions ("What's your blood type?" "Who's your aunt's second cousin's neighbor's dog walker?"), I clicked on the Chrome icon and lo-and-behold, there it was, the Internet in all her glory. I sheepishly thanked the woman for all of her help and informed her that the refresh signal seems to have worked. She laughed, the relieved laugh of a customer service worker who has actually encountered a nonviolent customer, and we hung up.
And, guys, the sun is shining. Days of going to the beach and complaining about sweating behind my knees and eating frozen grapes to keep from dying and napping by accident on benches or in the grass in front of the library--those days are on the tip of my tongue.
From left to right, top to bottom: (1) Dress #2 in progress, hence the cardigan; (2) Chocolate Cheerios + Peanut Butter Cheerios, together at last; (3) Mornings in Inman, waking up at 7am never felt so rewarding; (4) A much needed walk after work on Tuesday. See my shadow there?