Thankful for Charter Communication's Twitter Customer Service team.

The even better thing is that the people giving me their own number apparently thought they were pawning me off on TiVo. Now that they finally have, of course TiVo thinks it's a Time Warner issue. I fear this will be my day's energy getting TNT back. I managed to get the National Geographic channel back myself, but that's not where Major Crimes is aired. Perhaps this is a sign.

At least to torrent.

Cablevision's automated menus mostly try to hard-sell their website. Which would be a really helpful thing to know if I ever called them for a reason other than my internet being down.

I was tweeting Comcast all the time for a while there, but it never really did me any good. My box seems to have gotten better, though, because the special phone number I got from Twitter is answered by people whose only idea is to "send someone out." Which, you know, if they could come right now would be fine. But they can come next Wednesday at 11.

Hey, what was that website for alternative historical female costumes?

Okay, TiVo tech support is ten minutes late calling me back. Time to start wasting their time again. And I bet it's a Time Warner issue, just because that would be funnier. I was on with TiVo for at least an hour, most of the time doing nothing. Just waiting for Hardison to get to the next step.

Sigh. I have to call our neighbors, with whom we are very close, and tell them that their son bit our son hard enough to break the skin in two places. Through his shirt. More or less unprovoked. Now, these are 5 year-old boys who have been best friends essentially since birth (Dylan is 6 months older), so it's hardly the first time they've fought, but it's the first time one of them has actually *injured* the other, and I feel like biting is in a different class of activity than horseplay that turns into punching.

So this should be fun! Maybe I should open some wine first.

Awww, Mitik the walrus pup is in his new home: [link]

I think the mother of the biter will probably appreciate some wine too. I imagine it is a conversation NEITHER of you want to have!

House vacuumed and mopped. Tables are still a cluttered disaster, but the cat hair is conquered, until Loki and Pumpkin have another wrassle. Which should be in the next 30 minutes.

I wish I could figure out my shit swim times. Before Spain, "shit" was averages breaking 58s. Since then? I'm happy to have it in the 58 range, and shit is now 60, and I haven't broken below 57 but once. That used to be consistent, 56/57 pace averages. Part of it is I am fucking up my turns, but it's more than that. I dropped almost 10 lbs in Spain (all that walking I guess, cause I ate like a horse) and have kept it off. I really wonder if some of it is that, and how exactly THAT works.

Momentum?