I was away from my computer for a few days because the Husband and I had houseguests.

And it's always stressful with out of town guests in a tiny, cramped Manhattan apartment.

Of course I love my friends, but there's always just not quite enough room around here.

There's no privacy, because people are always underfoot.

There's no good time to sit at one's computer and blog one's innermost, private thoughts, because the guests are always walking by!

There's no good alone time in the bathroom, pooping and reading a newspaper.

There's no good alone time in front of the tv, channel surfing and watching lame shows with names like 29 Kids and Counting and When Circus Animals Attack! and Plastic Surgeries Gone Terribly, Terribly Wrong without having to explain one's poor reality tv choices.

We did get out of the house for a Mets game.

But to our chagrin, and in keeping with the entire month of June here in New York, the game was rained out.

So we went home, back to our cramped apartment.

Here's a photo I took of the big tarp they put over the baseball field to keep it dry.