A perfect confluence of events:
- my laptop adapter died on Friday and the new one wasn’t delivered until late this afternoon
- my husband spent the last three days holed up editing video
- the TV and spare computer were stolen last month
- this Sunday, Monday and Tuesday were oddly clear of any appointments
Over the last three days, I have gotten more done on the domestic front than I’ve gotten done in the previous six weeks. In addition to soloing on the regular upkeep of the house – dishes, food, litterbox – while Scott remained glued to two computer monitors, I:
- hung four pieces of artwork
- emptied an entire room of the crap I’d dumped in it
- folded close to a dozen loads of laundry
- vacuumed the entire house
- cleaned the bathroom
Plus, I:
- wrote the marketing copy for a new business idea long hand
- enjoyed a really long evening out with a dear friend
- reread a novel
- wrote down my dreams
- meditated
- lent my audio expertise from a previous life to Scott’s video project
- gave my carpel tunnel a rest
What would disconnectivity do for you?





