So you’ve heard me complain about being bored with the internet. I know, it’s blasphemous. When I have these occasional episodes, there is clearly something wrong with me. I need to realign my priorities and stop being distracted by the real world.
So we are house sitting this weekend in a house that HAS NO INTERNET. That’s right. NO INTERNET FOR FOUR DAYS. I’m going to read books. And do some crochet. And pet some doggies. And read a bit more. And uh, think about stuff. And um, not watch cat videos for four days.
It’s going to be hard. Haaaaard. I’m also not going to be able to work, which is also haaaard. I like work, and I have a lot of it do to. And thinking about not working makes my eye twitch a little.
Do you see what I am doing here? I am battling against relaxation. I have to force myself to do it.
I’m actually really looking forward to petting doggies, sitting in front of a fireplace and catching up on reading.
I can go four days without internet. I CAN. I can quit whenever I want. If you see a bleary eyed person driving around Portland with a laptop trolling for wifi at three in the morning, it’s NOT me.