I was on the bed, alone, waiting. Watching for a signal. Just in case. I didn’t think it was likely, but I was ready.

Then it happened: “Unsecured wireless connection found… connecting.”

Aha!

I could now access the internets from the comfort and safety of my own king sized bed. I could watch Food Network and blog at the same time! I was in heaven.

Or, so I thought. The signal was “very low,” or “sucked eggs,” had the programmer had a lick of sense. And then it kept dropping out, so it became more of a pain in the ass to re-connect, so I put the laptop away and tried to make myself useful.

But, for a few moments, I had a taste of what y’all are always going on about. Surfing from a laptop, in bed, no wires, no limits.

Damn, I think I need a smoke.