I'm Back. I Think.

After forty days and forty nights four days of an internet-less house, which translates into several hundred unread e-mails, a couple of days of blog detox, and a new found interest in sleeping watching TV, I am back on-line again thanks to Jim from Hallieford.

Details on the transformation from stone tablets and hieroglyphics dial-up internet to broadband will appear in this weekend's post. Right now, as always, there are a thousand things that need tending to, none of which involves the internet, and at least one of which involves ants.

Hopefully tonight I can focus on reacquainting myself with the blogosphere.

In the unlikely event I do not post tomorrow, it's because I've forgotten how to write due to a minor technological glitch known as Chesapeake Bay Woman does not do well with change, even when it's for the better.

Plus there really was a minor technical glitch this morning, but Jim from Hallieford took care of it right away. Due to the CBW luck, which is not good, she's nervous that it could happen again. Or she's just nervous with the change. Take your pick.

Tune in tomorrow for photos of Jim, the miracle worker High-Speed Internet Man.