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So I get back to Provincetown today, beagle in tow, boyfriend imminent, my newly renovated, reconstructed, whatever, beach-shack looking awesome. I now have – yes – two actual rooms. For the first time, I have a separate space for the toilet. (Yes, for two years, you had to ask everyone to leave the room and wait outside if you wanted to do number twos. That’s why my friends have long described my beach shack as Andrew’s Bathroom By The Sea. But no longer! Ha!) Only one problem: what Verizon calls a “cable failure” means no phone service. It could be out for days. So here I am tapping into cyberspace from a WiFi connection in Whaler’s Wharf, thanks to my friends at Cybercove, a little Internet cafe off Commercial Street. They close at 7 pm but the signal is 24 hours, so tonight, I’ll try and dish from a park bench located nearby. The blog must go on. But it might be briefer tonight. I’m wiped.