I'm back from our trip, which lasted 11 days for me and featured a shocking dearth of wireless internet connections. Then again, I spent most of my time in "transitional" neighborhoods in which sitting in the car late at night with an open laptop struck me as more unwise than it did last month in Leucadia. I'm extraordinarily far behind in my e-mail and have many other internet-related tasks that must be accomplished in the next 24. But I'm sort of happy that I had a techno-breather. It was just like partying like it was 1989, minus the partying. Except, that is, for those brief explosions of Mad About You viewing.