Wo Ist Das Internet?

For some odd reason, our internet connection has gone missing. 

Possibly it saw a hot set of pixels vamping by and went off in fevered pursuit.

Maybe it's observing a quiet time in honor of Sean -- thoughtful. Very thoughtful, yet wickedly annoying, of it.

Could be, it's gone on MY vaca to Vienna. This very moment it's sitting at Cafe Hawelka snarfing down MY sachertorte and drinking MY Flaker.

Bastid!

Perchance it's gone up to New Hampshire for a bit of hiking (yech) and camping (double plus yech with a side of shudder) in the White Mountains.

Weather permitting, I suppose, it's staking out an early spot in the pumpkin patch in order to be first in line when The Great Pumpkin arrives.

Jen called Comcast yesterday but they can't come out to investigate and, hopefully repair until Monday. Sniff, guess they don't work weekends.

Rotten bastids!