Radio silence.

When I tried to write in the middle of the night, I couldn't contact Le Bloggeur. And I kept falling asleep over the computer anyway. And then, this morning, I diagnosed the problem: when Janice at Embarq promised to transfer the phone service to the new apartment on Friday, she meant on Friday, as in just after Friday began--in fact before it could even dawn. The house is closing itself down, thing by thing by thing.