I'm on a desert island

This morning begins with our ubiquitous run - actually, it's just a pretty slow jog for those of you who are keeping score. Carl Lewis we are not. Chris heads to the office and I go in search of free wireless internet so I can begin to make a dent in some of the work I need to do. The place I originally find, Cafe Buzz, tells me they no longer have wireless internet. Damn. I ask if they know of any place else, and Starbucks seems the only option. I head over to Circular Quay, purchase my Cafe Americano and attempt to work. As you would guess, Starbucks internet is NOT free, nor is it even moderately affordable ($20 for 60 minutes)! Outrageous. I site there for awhile stewing over this, and then decide to do as much work as I can at home without an internet connection. It's amazing how dependent I have become on the internet! It seems I can't do anything without it. Of course, this is only an illusion. You can do plenty of work offline, but still I am steaming over this. I feel so disconnected from the world! There are a million things to worry about - is our auto mortgage payment going through? What about our electricity bill? How do I get the paperwork to file my quarterly taxes? I need to sort through our mail! What's going on in the world?!? I sit at my computer all afternoon, trying to do as much work as possible, while feeling isolated. Chris arrives home around 7:00 and we have pizza out on our balcony. His second day went well. Phew.