Though by now I’m rarely shocked by my roommates’ prodigious abilities to destroy our apartment and its contents, I was still somewhat dismayed to return to New York to find our wi-fi mysteriously no longer working. Being without web access at home is a scarily impotent feeling, and one I’m glad to say I’ve finally redressed. With bits and bytes once again flying through the ether, I should be able to reply to my backlog of emails and return to the usual (nearly) daily posting schedule. Try to at least feign excitement.