Sunday, January 11, 2009
Iz is working with her tutor in the living room, so Jack and I are displaced at the moment. Because of the wacky way our apartment walls conduct stuff, our wireless network only works partly down our not particularly long hallway. In fact, the signal only works on the north side of the hallway so the bedrooms are out. Therefore, the hall bathroom becomes our personal cyber cafe. Jack gets the toilet (seat closed), his feet propped up on the hamper. I get the floor, with the bathtub as my backrest. For those out there who haven't been to my bathroom, it's really small. Even small for NYC. But, we're both typing away, updating our blogs (www.jackman-jackyjam.blogspot.com), working on Jack's website, and waiting until we can emerge. My butt is getting really sore. Maybe next time I'll break out the bath mat.