Under the rocks and stones, there is water underground

INTERNET INTERNET WE HAVE INTERNET AHOY CONNECTIVITY AND EMPLOYMENT ARE AT HAND.

In order to secure this state of affairs, I had to run down the street after a UPS driver who didn't even have our package from Comcast, just the phone number of a manager he could call to find out why his company believed they had already made one attempt to deliver the package at a time when derspatchel and I were quite definitely at home, listening for the doorbell, and had already double-checked that there were no first-attempt stickers on the front door. Twice. He was very patient both times and I talked to his manager while Rob made very sure with Comcast that they hadn't gotten our address wrong. We still don't know what happened, but just as the manager called back to tell me that we should be receiving our delivery at any second, a UPS truck rolled up to our front door and a man in the appropriate uniform handed me an extremely large box. Which contained two somewhat smaller boxes. Which contained even smaller boxes of their own, but before we began to fall endlessly through a Mandelbrot sequence of cardboard, we found the modem and the cable box and hooked them both up and I haven't a clue if we can watch TCM yet, but I can post this without having to walk over to anyone else's house, which is kind of nice considering how cold it is out there. (Our new television courtesy of Dean, who also let us meet the two tiny, lively, inquisitive kittens his family is fostering. "Adopt them or else!" his daughter hollered after us. Considering we have a prior offer on other kittens, this begins to feel like a moral dilemma.) And now it is upgrading its firmware and then we can really mess around with things.

The ravioli of the day at Dave's Fresh Pasta were duck, porcini, and Great Hill Blue. Of course we bought some for dinner. Hello, umami.

Today sucks a lot less right now than it did at five-thirty.