It's kind of like that, anyway. After a month of dial-up and fruitless calls to my internet non-provider, I'm waiting for a new group of clever but non-communicative men to come and put in a better system. I haven't been this anxious since I was six and hoping for that cheap guitar.
My husband is exhibiting Grinch-like qualities, predicting that they'll be unable to hook us up. It's probably because he won't do dial-up and therefore hasn't been online since September. That's enough to make anyone cranky.
Anyway, cross your fingers for me. Maybe by afternoon I can actually look up what musical instruments might be found in a Scottish castle in 1066, and it won't take thirty-five minutes!