Got my netbook fixed, wireless router set up. What’cha know, I can go online from out on the patio now. The signal is actually strong enough to where it doesn’t even weaken until I reach the car.
Yeah, it doesn’t mean much. But that’s the thing about being a rational cynic: small things working out better than expected in the end feel that much sweeter.
Aren’t the little pleasures often the best? I went on a cruise a few years back. I remember the sheer joy I had in realizing that I could sleep on a deck chair by the indoor Parthenon-themed pool and no one was going to say anything. Add to that the 24-hour hamburger stand just a few yards away, and it was pure bliss.
Lazing about, near meat-on-demand…
