Contact has been made...

Got a call from a person. In a place. Soon the satellite dish and modem will be professionally moved out to the Secret Lair, which means I don't have to confine the dogs, drive a mile, and sit in a shivery room watching my fingers freeze solid every time I want to use my computer for anything more than a word processor or a DVD player.

Rejoicing will be heard in the land. I still don't know when, though.