"When fiber leads, the future follows."

KUB pulled into my driveway at 8:12 a.m., and the work was finished by 11.
The technician was a polite young man who looked about Badger’s age, although he could just as easily have been Heron’s age.
I had a brief moment of panic when he said everything usually gets installed 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 could use.
He looked everything over and said he could install it all underneath the house.
I told him to be careful, and he said they do this sort of thing all the time, even though doing something all the time doesn’t exactly protect you from a rabid raccoon.
The work went quicker and smoother than I expected.
Before he left, he asked if he could pray for us, and I told him he could, so he blessed the house and us.
All in all, it turned out to be 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 children 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 will keep the cats away.
The kids have been told that Granny’s desk area is lava, and you do not step on the lava.
In the three years we’ve had the kids, I’ve thrown enough fits that they now treat the entire area around Granny’s desk 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.
We have been The Tardis and even McGonagall, as in Professor McGonagall from “Harry Potter.”
We figure that if someone is going to steal our Wi‑Fi, they might as well get a laugh out of it.

I can’t tell yet if it is an improvement over Comcast.
As I write this, it is about 10:30 p.m.
I use AI as a proofreader, and it has not 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 are finally getting a better signal.
Oddly enough, the laundry room camera is not 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 is.
Give me a rainy day or a very windy day, and we will 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 is nothing we can do about it.

Badger wasn’t feeling well today, so we stayed in and watched TV.
Honestly, the quiet felt good.

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.