It wasn’t sludge (see yesterday’s entry), but it did get worse. The problem was intermittent and untraceable even with cable company equipment so sophisticated it might be on loan from the CIA. Now, however, after a pair of two-hour visits from techs, long, baffling phone calls with two other techs and, finally, the purchase and installation of a new piece of equipment, the Rifftides World Headquarters web connection seems alive and stable. That’s what I thought 24 hours ago. After a glass of something red and a good
night’s sleep, I’ll try to post a catchup piece on The Seasons Fall Festival. Hope springs eternal.