Complaint

I caved and signed on with Xfinity because my Zoom connection is so awful with my hotspot. I have to call them to activate it when I have all the supplies, which I'm cobbling together from Nextdoor, Amazon,  and Dada, immersing myself, once again, in all the techno micro details and vocabulary for which I have no room in my brain as it is and which interest me not in the very least (last week it was a dryer "baffle"; remember that?). Even so, it may not work because the cables they might need might be the ones we cut off of the house, thinking at the time there was no way in hell we would ever get cable. No way we'd ever use Zoom, whatever that was. Who knew a pandemic was coming? Maybe the cables are underground? Under water? In my head? Isn't that how it works these days? Do you think this pandemic is forcing tech people and dryer fixers to learn all the ins and outs about writing memoir? One can hope.