Reimagining Mr. Hulot

It has been a while since technical difficulties prevented me from posting, but I felt yesterday like a reimagining of Jacques Tati as Mr. Hulot. Most relevant to you dear reader, the cable provider in central Florida had a local outage. Said failure illustrates the downside of bundling one's telephone, television and internet service: lose one and you lose all three. It is not clear whether that failure was in any way connected to the one car accident that closed Interstate 75 for ninety minutes as I was trying to get to the airport (the road runs through a swamp and, as I waited, a frog jumped onto the hood - a frog!). It was a comic kind of day so long as you weren't living it.

Despite the obstacles, I did eventually return home to find a new planter's hat and three Grupo GFT Apparel Arts reprints that I thought would never emerge from the depths of the Italian postal service (service is perhaps not the appropriate word when applied to that particular institution, but I digress). So all was not completely lost, and we will attempt to restart this thing tomorrow.