Dial-up sucks.

Back to Vacaville. Back to dial-up.

I spent the morning poking around the internet—slowly—for all the local Wi-Fi spots. Thank God, most of them are coffeehouses, and one of them is within walking distance. Unfortunately, at home, we have dial-up (specifically, Juno) and it just sputters along at modem speed. Kerry upgraded it to an accelerated service, but that service only works on her PC and the rest of us have Macs. Forget that; we need DSL.

More specifically, I need DSL. I have uploads and downloads that take hours without high-speed internet. (I have been so spoiled by my year at Bethany.) When I first started downloading music off iTunes, I had to put up with dial-up’s usual 15 minutes’ download per song. So I’d set it to download and go to bed. If anything disconnected the phone overnight, I had to start over again the next night. That’s just obnoxious.

In the meanwhile, Mom is pestering me about moving my stuff from one room to another, so I’m getting back to that while the temperatures are still tolerable.