I’ve been out of town often recently. (Twice to Florida in less than a month, and both times it was cold, windy, and rainy. As I said to my brother, who lives near Fort Lauderdale, “I’m surprised you don’t want to live someplace warmer.)

When I’m staying in a hotel, I tend to have access to the internet. Sometimes it’s “free” (which means the hotel has found a way to add it to your bill), and sometimes it’s for purchase (which means the hotel is essentially adding it onto your bill).  Increasingly, I also have internet access on the plane — in fact, every time recently I’ve had such access on the plane. And I almost always have access through my iPhone.

Where haven’t I had access? Twice now I haven’t had it at my home — I’ve returned to find it down. For no reason. While I was, well, somewhere three days ago, my son texted me to let me know that the wifi was down at my house. I had him reboot the entire system and discovered that it’s not just the wifi — it’s the internet in toto. He said it was working Thursday night, and then magically — it wasn’t. This is not the first time this has happened. Why? Who knows. But tonight I have to figure that out, or tomorrow I have to call the people who keep it up and running at my business and have them come straighten it out at my house. Because otherwise, I’m offline at home. And that’s too horrible a situation to endure.

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