This weekend, the Teenage Boy Posse made several attempts at making the megastore a wireless internet environment. My son and I bought some equipment at an office megastore that was going out of business, getting advice from some possibly shady guy in the software/hardware aisle. Don't ask me what it was--I don't know. However, the geniuses of the TBP opened my computer (why does this phrase fill me with dread?) and inserted stuff and loaded drivers and there's now a little gizmo with sparkling green lights on it hooked up to the DSL modem. We've got a signal, we just ain't got no internet connection. Not yet.
This explains my blogging silence.
Otherwise, it's the last two weeks of classes, and I have about a month and half's worth of stuff to do/finish. I feel a little edgy. Just before I woke up this morning, I was dreaming that my first husband called my house from a mortgage company to tell me that Charles Bazerman was coming to my house, and I needed to get a little dinner together. I woke up, and it was snowing again.