… and already a criminal!
Yup, here I sit, in the pickup, parked right alongside The Commodore On The Beach Motel, stealthily stealing its wireless broadband, just to feed my Internet addiction.
I bet there’s a twelve-step program for this.
Scene of the crime!
So I pulled into town yesterday afternoon, after a side trip to visit my dad in East Texas. That’s where I’ve been, dear readers. The Peepsters doesn’t have any sort of Internet access at his house, and the tiny little burg of Gilmer, Texas hasn’t a single Internet cafe, so Yours Truly has been off the air far longer than she otherwise prefers. But I’m back now, thanks to my criminal mind and a purloined unsecured WiFi connection at my former motel digs on my last trip to the island.
Gotta tell you it was weirder than weird driving into town yesterday, with my little black Northwest cat by my side. Before hunting down my new house—yes, I had to hunt for it!—I made a swing along Seawall Boulevard just to see the salt water again and check things out. Boy, was it busy! Read the rest of this entry »
