Interwebs at home: new ways to waste time.

A blue wire jutting from my wall. Not aesthetically satisfying, but when it leads to a wireless modem, its functionality compensates for any unattractiveness. I knew Ryan from Quest would show up any time between 9am and noon. I felt like cleaning for him, presenting myself in the best way possible. I straightened pillows and cleared dishes, like date preparation, stopping just short of mood lighting and flowers. Ryan arrived at 11am, after a courtesy call that amounted to: I'm coming over in fifteen minutes, so put on pants.

He was very conversational, talking about his son's athletic abilities, about how Joe Mauer lives nearby (he wouldn't disclose where, but I'll bet it isn't a studio apartment with erratic heat) and how old switch plates were made out of something called Bakelite, prior to plastic. His yellow jump suit made him look like member of the highway patrol, or a very paranoid nighttime jogger.
I'm not sure why I expected more procedural grandstanding, but the whole thing was done in twenty minutes, longer because he had to go to his van for additional tools. Next time, I won't arrange the pillows.