The Internet Crashed this morning for the 5th time in the last 24 Hours. I ventured out at 10:00 AM, cut off and replaced the Old Cable Connectors inside and out, then hooked the Modem back up. Nothing. Crickets. But I remembered seeing an awful lot of fine, Aluminum powder falling into my palm from the Old Fitting and realized the insulating- "RF" protective foil inside the cable had failed; dissolving over years of exposure to way too many Florida summers.
Fortunately , I'd recently bought a 500' Spool-Roll of Black "Satellite" Quality CAT-TV 18 AWG Cable and decided right then to rip out everything from where the service enters at the back of the house.
THIS Stuff turned out to be The Real Deal for this Repair:

I ran the new replacement cable up and over over the flat roof
and almost took a Header off the top of the damned ladder. Once back on the ground, I got wise and snipped off a piece of Flat Sil-Fos Brazing Rod, jamming it in between the insulation of the New Black Cable over to the Old White, binding them with Electric Tape. It worked great, keeping them together long enough to 'fish' them both back through the Concrete Block.
Everything was smooth sailing ... until I heard a Thunder Clap coming from the West near the Gulf of Mexico. When I stepped back a bit to get a better look at the sky... I stepped on THIS Damned Roofing Nail just in time for the Storm Line to open up and drench me to the bone:
I hobbled back into the house... treated my wound with Iodine and Neosporin, changed my clothes and waited a few minutes to see if the deluge would let up. With an impatient wife nearby as my inspiration, I went back to finish the task sealing up the hole in the outer wall from any invading insects. Not without some more difficulty, I installed (2) New Cable fittings noting that the Satellite 18 AWG Cable makes for a VERY tight fit. Afterwards, The 'Net started right back up FAST and stays on now without interruptions. Internet Problem Solved. Sore foot ... but my Tetanus Shots are up to date. Time for a Cupper. Murphy?
GFYS, Man.