Cranky, Near Philadelphia

It's been a bad day in a bad week Near Philadelphia, partly but not entirely due to a relative of the guy pictured to the left. It started on Monday when I came in to find the cork top on the glass jar of animal crackers that I keep on my desk chewed up. There were bits of cork all over that corner of the desk and in the jar. There were bits of other stuff on the desk too (eeewwwww!).

Monday was the day I discovered that most of my incoming email was going straight into the spam folder rather than my inbox. I contacted Comcast and was told, "Click on the 'this is not spam' button for each email." Sheesh: I knew that. Clicking moved that email into my inbox. So I have been doing that for each email. All week.

Tuesday was the day I discovered that any email I send out from my Comcast account shows itself as "Sent" but it is never "Received" by anyone. Apparently this had been the case since sometime on Sunday evening. I hoped it would be better by morning. Tuesday was also the day Joe came home late for a nice dinner, and the evening I spent working on a "duty" quilt for someone I am not fond of at all, but whose family I am indebted to for other kindnesses.

Wednesday was the day I participated in an on-line chat with an English-as-at-least-a-fourth language "technician" at Comcast.net who spent more than 20 minutes obtaining information from me in his fractured on-line English, only to tell me that he was incapable of solving my problems and he was passing my case on to "the engineers" and promised they would call me during the day. Ha! Wednesday was also the day I set up a G-mail account (and I hope soon it will stop making me think of G-Men and G-Spots) which has the amazing feature of being able to apprehend mail from Comcast and bring said mail into its own inbox. Email I send from there is, wonder of wonders, received by the intended people. I still have to go into the Comcast spam box and click each one, however, before that can happen. Wednesday was also the day that I moved all of my sent mail from the previous three days over to G-Mail so that I could resend them.

Which brings us to Thursday, the day the mouse ran into under my office door, through my office and under my closet door. Which started my day in a terrible fluster and it's been downhill from there. I made a calendar mistake. I spent 20 minutes on the phone with Comcast.net expressing my outrage that "the engineers" never phoned as promised and my email situation was still horrendous. I found out my dear friend Honna was in an auto accident (she's shaken but uninjured).

I'm so ready for Spring Break. It starts a week from today. I'll settle for a weekend. That starts tomorrow.