No internet. I didn’t even bother with the minions and went straight to a supervisor. His English was charming but hardly fluent.
I am not, at bottom, a hard person to make happy. Company for dinner and a ride at sunset in a convertible (with She Sells Sanctuary blasting from the speakers) and life looks fine.
WISH ME LUCK on getting internet access back today. I’m not letting my cell phone out of my sight.