We're all moved in now and the apartment is lovely. I just got back from the laundromat, which is right around the corner, and it's a cool, drizzly afternoon in our neighborhood.
The only glitch is that so far I haven't been able to get the Mac to communicate with the cable modem. Frankly, I'm being rather lazy about trying to rectify the situation. After a month offline I have missed blogging and regular email contact with the world, but I harbor this secret fantasy that the Mac is going to come to its senses any minute now and decide to reconnect itself to cyberspace.
In the meantime, I'm just stealing a moment to say hello from Mr. O'Kitten's puter (on which he virtually lives every waking moment) so unless I bite the bullet and resolve my own technical difficulties I won't be able to show you how we climbed into a manhole to burrow under Atlantic Avenue on our 6th anniversary to see the world's oldest subway tunnel (it was very romantic), or share our trip out to Coney Island for the (in)famous Mermaid Parade, or show you any of our other various NYC adventures to date.
I have at least a hundred photos -- all, of course, huddled together on the Mac -- and so much to tell.
Such a love/hate relationship with technology...