Don't call me a couch potato, I'm an armchair expert!

KUB pulled into my driveway at 8:12 a.m., and the work was finished by 11 a.m.
The technician was polite and looked around Badger’s age, maybe even Heron’s.
I had a brief moment of panic when he mentioned installing everything in either a basement or an attic.
We explained that my attic requires crawling in on your stomach, but I did have a crawl space.
He checked it out and said he could put everything in underneath the house.
I told him to be careful, and he said they do this all the time.
Still, doing something all the time doesn’t protect you from a rabid raccoon.
The work went faster and seemed easier than I expected.
Before he left, he asked if he could pray for us, and I said sure, so he blessed the house and us.
All in all, a good experience.

The only thing I don’t care for is that the fiber ONT, the little box that brings the internet into the house, has to be plugged into the outlet behind my office chair.
It’s not the best place when you have small kids and pets running around.
The modem is up on a high shelf above my computer, but this device is separate from it.
I’m guessing that was the only option, because he checked every outlet in the living room.
He asked if I already had a hole in the floor, and luckily I did, right beside my desk chair.
It was there when we moved in, so it must have been used for cable TV at some point.
I never thought much about it.
It was just there.

I leaned a baby gate across it, hoping that’ll keep the cats out.
The kids have been told not to be around Granny’s desk, period.
In the three years Raven’s kids have stayed with us, I’ve thrown enough fits that they treat the whole area like forbidden territory.
They know better than to wander into it.

After he left, everything that uses Wi‑Fi had to be reset, but it turned out to be easier than I expected.
Badger decided we are now officially Freya’s Realm of Felines.
Previously, we’ve called it The Tardis or McGonagall, like Professor McGonagall from “Harry Potter.”
We figure that if someone is going to steal our Wi‑Fi, they may as well see the name and laugh at it.

I can’t tell yet if it’s an improvement over Comcast.
As I write this, it’s about 10:30 p.m.
I use AI as a proofreader, and it hasn’t stopped working or complained about the connection, so that seems like a good sign.
My Ring cameras updated for the first time in years, so I assume they’re finally getting a better signal.
Oddly enough, the laundry room camera isn’t complaining about low internet, but the back door and carport cameras are.
That part is a mystery.
As I told Heron and Badger, the laundry room camera rarely worked.
Now it does.
Give me a rainy day or a very windy day, and we’ll see how it really performs.
Comcast couldn’t handle wind or rain.

I posted a “Hey neighbor, have you seen my rooster?” message on our town Facebook page, but of course no one has seen a legless, five‑foot rooster wandering around.
I watched camera footage until my eyes blurred and still found nothing.
We know for sure that bird was in my yard on Halloween.
Cowboy swears it was still around when he was putting up Christmas lights, so now I need to figure out when he did that and trace things from there.
Eventually I got tired of scrolling and decided to try again another day.
Even if I catch the rooster‑napper on camera, there’s nothing we can do about it.

As Badger wasn’t feeling well, today was a stay‑in‑and‑be‑couch‑potatoes, watch‑TV sort of day.

We have to go to the store tomorrow.
I can’t stand Friday shopping.
Then we’ll come home, put everything away, and make sure the cats have enough food and water to last through the weekend.

Now I’m heading to bed.