Sure I am sort of smashed in the front corner of the front bedroom and sure there is only one tiny little bar, and no it isn’t our connection I am stealing it from a neighbor, but I have internet at the beach house!
And now that I have spent 45 minutes trying to establish this fact I am going to go read a book and relax.
That is what normal people do on vacation that aren’t hopelessly addicted to the internet, right?
Does anyone even remember what people did before blogs? (and nobody say they had real jobs either or I’ll come over there.)