Plug and unplug. Plug and unplug. Unplug the cable from the airport (or whatever it is). Plug it back in. Unplug the cable from the cable modem. Plug it back in. Unscrew the cable from the cable modem. Screw it back in. Finally, the flashing yellow light on the airport (or whatever it is) turns a nice solid green.
Plug and unplug. Plug and unplug. Unplug the powerstrip from line 1. Plug it into line 2. Power up? No. Unplug the powerstrip from line 2. Plug it into (eeny, meeny, miney mo) line 4. Voila! Power up! Nothing like spending the first 15 minutes or so of your work day crawling around on the floor down in the bottom of your loverly, once dog-poopy cube trying to find a working outlet.
Yes, I did go *in* to work today despite all my caterwauling about the work-from-home controversy of the week. Perversely enough, I actually kind of *wanted* to drive in the heavy, slushy crap that fell overnight. Of course, I *did* have the Frog Hopper today. It really wasn’t all that bad, mostly wet, although some roads had huge slush piles everywhere. If I had been speeding, I’m sure I could easily have spun out but I wasn’t speeding and most other drivers were taking it easy too and I got there just fine, even stopping at the Saline Road Meijer on the way for Cheerios and other essentials that I don’t buy at the Plum.
When I arrived we had “half-power”. That is, about half of the lucky-shuckial outlets in the building had power, hence all of the crawling around down in the bottom of my cube.
Came home to shovel water and do more damn plugging and unplugging, since the damn internet was out *again*.