Where it all ends...
We, the currently financially challenged had put off our regular Sunday market day and had brunch on the 6th floor over some leftover Adobo ala Aki. (Helen's dad sure can cook.) We tested the router again just to make sure our Frankenstein moment wasn't really a vanilla sky one and thankfully it checked out. Later this day Helen and I took a little adventure on the accounting side to figure out the why's of our handicap. Sigh. Ignorance is definitely bliss.