Can't sleep, the hour is 2:34 in the morning. Sometimes making love in the middle of the night wakes me up so completely I spend the next hour writing smutty science fiction, then another surfing the net for wonderful things like photos of autumn woods and pumpkin pie recipes, then some more writing. It’s been a weird couple of days, creativity-wise. I have so many photos left to edit (since freaking August.) all I do is go out at daybreak and take pictures of fog. The gloomy, angsty tones of my prose need dire upgrade, I always forget this is supposed to be comedy, so the more I slide towards the bleak midwinter, the harder I require brain to yearn the colour orange and trippy cinnamon. We’ve had a week of bad internet – the General is on bedrest, so even books, sex and food weren’t going to cut it for long to keep him patient – and for the money we pay for it, he was so insistent we’ve had more craftsmen in the house, trying to locate the problem, than ever before for anything. Cats were so happy :D  Don’t forget ours is not a house to have simple problems. Simple problems G is well able to fix on his own. This was a five electrical engineers type of a situation. It started when lightning knocked the modem settings off, so instead of bothering to re-set it, they just gave us a new modem. But we’ve had this dance before – it seems fine for about a day, then stops working completely for 24 hrs. Then someone comes and pokes around a bit and it works on and off for a few days. Then it only works one way – super upload and zero down or vice versa. More people came, blaming the cable leading up to the house. It makes sense, because those are a joke. Like rats laid it, over and under every other line and construction, splicing half, losing half on the way, patching it back up with tape and denial. Next new people came and measured the line in the house, saying there’s the problem. But that one is new. Okay, so maybe someone is stealing the wifi? Neup, that was checked, too. How about problematic computer? No, that was completely cleaned two months ago. Hm. What else, then, could it be? Too many gadgets? No, that’s why it’s so costly. Location? Neup, we live downtown. Bad router? No, we use wires for that reason. What else, what else?

                It was a system glitch in their distribution center. Now we know.

                As a result, I have begun to paint and draw a little, for what could potentially mean I’ll be going to another winter street fair. Maybe. But I have been inspired to go. It can be terrific fun, if you don’t count the frost, rain, lack of restrooms, stingy customers, depressing treatment by the organizers, long hours, lonely afternoons and small reward (unless you sell booze or AliExpress hats and gloves.). Other than that, for all the coffee friends bring you, street chat, cultural activity and meeting new people, especially other people on the stands and the wonderful stuff they sell sometimes, or trade with you, it’s lovely.