Our Comcast Cable service is like the frost-damaged, hothouse roses in South America. It can not survive the cold weather either. Perhaps it is not as permanently defunct as the roses. Present conditions do not allow for an informed decision on that one.
Thank goodness we never ever considered (not for one moment, Comcast) switching from AT&T to Comcast for our internet or telephone service.
At 6:30 this morning our digital thermometer on the front porch read 37° F. Now at 7:15 it reads 36°F. This is not a good progression and the wind is rising.
I telephoned Comcast to report our cable outage. The person I reached admitted that their equipment is not meant to resist cold weather but that they can send someone out to fix it. However, I have to wait for a call from them to set up an appointment. She was pleasant to speak with but was unable to either resolve our problem or to make the appointment, herself. She was like a pleasantly-spoken pronoun: a placeholder but not the real thing.
When he was younger, my brother used to say something that expresses how I feel about Comcast, right now: