The internet has returned, and have no intention of tell you how fucking stupid I was … well, yes I will. Our internet comes via DSL and the phone line — and I run the phone line from an outlet by the tv so I can also see caller ID. And it goes behind one chair, along the wall, connects to a second line, past my chair, in front of the door, in back of Richie’s desk and into the modem. Do you expect the area around my chair (where I spend my time when I’m not sewing, working, or decluttering) is neat?
Here’s a photo. The first is an overview, the second is a closeup of the tiny little phone line wending its sad little way toward the computer (it’s on top of the beige book).
I think I need to clean my house.