That's been the message on my computer for most of the last 24 hours. Outside of the weird little window I had last night to drop Albert into your life once again, the damn Internet has been on the fritz.
Pretty hard to keep up a following as an Internet writer when you can't connect for more than two minutes at a time.
Count this as another reason moving to a bigger center makes so much sense. A man needs better Internet service.
We've gotten smashed by thunderstorms the last couple days and went through a two hour power outage yesterday as well. Clearly, those kind of things affect Internet connectivity and you would think that the people in charge of the buildings here would recognize something like that.
You would think that, wouldn't you?
Nope, not the case here. Despite his having come and gone already this morning, I had to call the Building Maintenance guy and get him to come up and reset the modem for me, you know, so I could do a little work and stop playing Undisputed.
Wouldn't you know it - one little reset and we're up and running.
I wonder if he'll remember that after the thunderstorms we're supposed to get later today?
Probably not... that's why I have his number on speed dial.