I live in Chicago, and my cable can get knocked out for a number of reasons. Weather being one of them. Power surge another. I finally realized that my cable box went off, and just needed to be turned back on. I sometimes wonder if the house is haunted.
I sent my son a train e-mail card that sang a tune and said happy birthday. I also sent it to myself, so I hope that he got his, because I did get mine. I often do that, to make sure that something works.
My son turned 41 years old today. I remember the day I went to the hospital to have him. It was snowing outside.
Last edited by Barbaraann; 01-11-2012 at 04:49 PM.