Hopes are so sky high now that Iíll be devastated if the new fix for the Internet problem doesnít work. This is like an oasis, or at least a roadside Dairy Queen. After this long trek through the desert, itís hard to believe that everything is going to be okay, for the price (five dollars) of a little plastic part. But so it seems, and I choose to remain hopeful. Cautiously hopeful, of course, me being me and all.
The FedEx guy brought the splitter at 2:00 pm today, and it didnít take me long to test it. I havenít sent or received any faxes yet, while the modem has been working, but I havenít needed to. Iíll be relieved when the first fax comes in without kicking me off line. Thatís what started this ordeal, and I choose to believe itís over. And Iíll keep saying that until I stop thinking that maybe it isnít.
I think I solved this problem by persistently refusing to pursue the one option that was available: making repeated calls to the phone company for technical support. I gave it one try (or two, actually) last Friday, and when I was disconnected twice in a row, I almost gave up. But I did my research on line (in the evening, natch, since I had no choice), and I found a solution that I thought would work. And so far it has.