Like anyone with healthy technology boundaries, I enjoy snuggling in bed each night with my netbook computer. I like to pick a blogger and then stalk her through all 3 or 4 years of her posts over the course of several weeks. I can usually make it through 2 or 3 months a night before I get sleepy. My current stalk is an artist who just bought and began refurbishing a rural New York farm.
Anyways... back to the main point of this post.
When I went to get the netbook out of my bedside table last night, it wasn't there. My first thought was that Scott had borrowed it, but he declined responsibility. My second thought, foolishly, was that someone had broken into our house and stolen this singular item.
Then I noticed a familiar black cord plugged into the wall and followed it:
Now who could've done that?