When I got to the house yesterday afternoon the Internet was down. Dang. I hate diving into that kludge (as John calls it) of mysterious little boxes and wires under the shelf.
However, through blundering necessity, I've learned the difference between the ethernet adapter or the modem/router, and how to trace the tangle of cords back to each power source. Re-booting is simply disconnecting something and hoping it struggles back to life.
I still have PTSD from the early PC days at Microsoft, when crawling under your desk and yanking the plug out of the wall (cold boot) was the last resort before you called the intimidating know-it-alls working the tech support desk. They sure knew how to put an ignorant librarian in her place.
At least the tech support folks at our provider NCI in Omak are patient and kind with confused customers. They walked me though the re-booting process again, but no luck. From their end, it looked like everything should have been working, but spotty system outages are common out here in the boonies. This morning, the modem was lit up again like a happy Christmas tree and I am back in business. For now.
Everyone is busy and I don't have much planned, but it's nice being here by the river for these last summer days.
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