The cable guy was a half hour early. I'm turning off the shower and I hear the beep of my intercom that let's me know I have a visitor. I'm dripping wet, and in the buff, so I grab my robe and buzz the guy in. The cable company gave me a window of 9 to 1 p.m. The rep showed up at 8:30! Usually the installation tech comes at the end of the time span they give you, in my experience.

Oh well, who cares? I have cable again.

I slept well, and feel right about being in my new apartment. No wistfulness about the old place at all. One major difference. Here, birds chirp and sing. In my old neighbord transvestite hookers whooped and hollered.