…sent us the wrong frickin’ order. For what I think is the third time. One bottle exploded from cold. The others are frozen. We don’t know what might happen with the ones that have to thaw.

On the phone front, it WAS the wall connector, which apparently corrodes, if repeated dosed with coffee (thank you, kittehs, who persistently knock my coffee off the ledge with affectionate swipes or in enthusiasm to murder foreign cats intruding into the garden.) Seems if one part of the phone line (as with other electrics) dies and breaks the circuit with a dead spot, phones all over the house go down. Which is why our wireless hookup was working out of the office, but the other things on the landline weren’t.

Jane fixed it. There’s nothing Jane can’t do. I thought sure we’d be in for a repair bill on this one.