There is a really, really long story about moving it in the house last weekend but I’l

After the cabinet was in the living room Princess and I went to town for groceries and Hubby started the “move”. He had most of it done by the time we got home but the high definition channels were not working. Apparently there is an HDMI cable that makes all that stuff happen and it wasn’t doing its job.
Hubby is allergic to the telephone, have I mentioned that? If something has to be done that requires a phone call I have to do it. Normally I don’t mind but when it comes to the cable it’s not my favorite job. I have to call the tech line and speak to someone who is asking me all these questions, which I have to turn around and ask Hubby and then repeat back his response back to the technician on the phone. I dislike being the middleman.
I….actually we….spent about 20 minutes on the phone with the technician unplugging this and resetting that to no avail. He finally decided we may have a bad cable, or damaged it somehow in the “move”, and we need to have someone come out and replace it. I took the 9:00 – 11:00 slot this morning so here we sit.
So the cable guy showed up and replaced a bunch of cables so I’m back online. It snowed quite a bit last night and the poor guy had to shovel the patio off to get to the cable box. I wonder if that’s in his job description?
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