Lucre

I'm writing this from my bed, trying out my new wireless card. It feels exhilarating to be finally current with 2001 technology. When Richard is in the Bay Area (and perhaps even when he is in Australia), he drives from big box store to big box store for electronics deals, a habit I routinely decry but also free ride; I followed him on his rounds a few days ago and scored a wireless router and wireless network card. Now here I am, typing while nearly horizontal and eating miniature bananas. I'm leaving the peels on my chest. Disgusting and opulent, all at once!