Wifi, man, wifi. Jumping up out of my easy chair in the middle of a show to run out to the garage in my sock feet and grab a mic, head to the reloading room to rummage arojnd furiously for ten minutes, then back to the chair to type for another ten minutes doesn't even get an eye roll from her anymore.they start wondering when you grab their lap top and a big long cat cable and try dragging it into the other room.
then you find out the cable ain't long enough and come walking back in with a 1/2" drill bit and start measuring off the inside corner behind the TV set...
Sure, take the high road for once.not gonna say it.