We’re 72 hours from our closing on the new house. I’m still in a kind of low-level panic, because STUFF! MUST! GET! DONE! but mostly I’m feeling pretty zen, especially since we have the bulk of the packing done.

Or I WAS feeling zen. Until today.

Our closing is Friday at 2:00. On Friday at 3:00, the men from the cable company (rhymes with “socks” and I HATE THEM) were going to come out and hook up my internet, and also some TV and a phone. After they turn the tv and phone and internet at THIS house off on Friday morning. It would be so perfect, and OF COURSE it’s not like I will NEED internet on Friday, when we’re trying to move and all.

Except for the fact that at 3:00 on Friday, we will still, mostly likely, be signing papers at the title company, which means that there will not be an adult over the age of 18 available to let the cable guy (rhymes with “socks” and I HATE THEM) into the new house.

Okay then, we’ll just reschedule! No problem! Oh no, no problem at all, if I don’t mind waiting until TUESDAY EVENING to have phone service. And television.

AND INTERNET.

The upside of five days (FIVE! DAYS! FIIIIIIVE!) without the internet is that OF COURSE I will get all the unpacking finished, because what the hell else am I going to do with my time? The down side is that I have those pesky contractual obligations to WRITE STUFF for people. People ON THE INTERNET.

Argh.

So I will probably be hanging out somewhere with wifi for at least a part of the day on Monday, and possibly Sunday night as well, which should make my husband REALLY REALLY HAPPY. Here, honey, put this stuff away, will ya? I’ll be at the coffee shop, working. No, really!

Stupid cable company.