We’ve known that our internet service has been “intermittent” since the get-go.  And slow.  And overall, highly unreliable.  Now it’s just a plain old crap shoot.  Will it be on this morning?  Or not?  This afternoon?  Or not?  And ditto our landline.

It doesn’t help much that CenturyLink doesn’t seem to know either.  The “live voice” that Nyel finally got yesterday was telling him that they will be back up and running by five o’clock today.  But wait!  At that exact same moment  I was entering the kitchen to tell Nyel all was well.  We were online again after another dead-in-the-water day.

This morning, though… not so much.    It all seems to be an on-again, off-again proposition and reminds me a lot of what we’ve always said about our coastal weather — if you don’t like what it’s doing, wait a minute or two. Do you think CenturyLink’s landline, their internet service, and the weather gods have collided somewhere above the Pacific?  Or perhaps they have their own version of the Mad Hatter’s Tea Party in rehearsal for the upcoming Winter Solstice.

I asked the chickens what they thought about it all. They’re still sulking over the time change and it’s no use talking to them before nine o’clock or after four.  They have officially gone to a seven-hour day and with no guarantees in the Egg-Laying Department.  As we all know these days, good help is hard to find, even (as in this case) with housing and meals provided.