Later I may have smooshed my face too deeply into Winston the Hairy Zeppelin, because I had hours of sneezing and a crushing headache. Fortunately, it had dissipated by morning. Usually I'm not too badly affected, but -- if you'll allow me to get a bit catty -- he's a bit dandruffy at the moment.
Spent some time battling with Time Warner Cable over the internet service, of the usual okay-everyone-get-out-of-the-car variety. Surprisingly, the tech sounded competent and the process was not as long and infuriating as usual. Data speed is back to mostly awesome, though I still have not completely reconnected all of the elements of my Rube Goldberg contraption back to its full complexity. I have some trepidation about doing so, because if the problem returns, then it's the Apple wireless doodad after all. And I don't want the problem to be the wireless doodad. So if I don't check it, it can't possibly be the wireless doodad that's the problem. My logic is impeccable.
