My only means of interaction with the world is this phone. Just like Laura Ingalls used to do. If using my phone as my primary computer has taught me anything, it is that I don't forsee a kindle in my future. I can barely handle reading a 3 paragraph blog post, let alone the complete works of Tom Clancey.
Last night I almost blogged with a pencil and paper.
Instead I did a hodge lodge of cleaning: putting away laundry cleaned 3 weeks ago, throwing away birthday cards from last august ... All sorts of stuff civilized people do every day. Then chuck came home and sublimated Internet with an accelerated cleaning frenzy.
I wonder what the inside of my car would look like if I quit the Internet?
PS: I hate that my phone makes it hard to not properly punctuate and spell. Charm sucker.