A Catch-22 of sorts

Mail from me to Elizabeth Daingerfield Zwicky (who is, in principle, away on holiday with Opal Armstrong Zwicky for the Independence Day weekend), sent at 6:06 am on 7/4 (hugely expanded here): AMZ > EDZ at 6 am on 7/4. Slept, very uneasily, only from 8:30 pm to 3:54 am. Turned on the tv for news and got an error message: Something is not quite right. Please give us a call at 1-800-Xfinity and we’ll get this fixed for you. I have now spent about 2 hours on the phone with Xfinity. It turns out they have transferred the tv connection to a new account at Avant [the independent living community I am moving to on Wednesday 7/8], deleted my old account, and created a new account (with a new ID number), so I have no tv, and it seems to be impossible to give me an account that works at Ramona St.; I eventually got an actual human being who was willing to consider handling the case, but they had to have the ID number of my old account. Now, they of course had this number, but were requiring me…