Out of touch

I left the house for two hours last night to take P to judo practice and run a few errands. I accidentally left my phone on the dining room table while leaving, so for those two hours, I had no access to:

  • my shopping list
  • the several games I use to while away 45 second wait times, currently:
    • Threes
    • Tichu
    • Brass
  • a way to reach Kate
  • Twitter
  • a web browser
  • Maps
  • Instapaper

Instead, I had a book (William Gibson’s fun action thriller, “The Peripheral”), two stores to stop at, and a seven-year-old to retrieve from Judo at the end of 90 minutes. I had to keep my focus on whatever I was actually doing for 90 whole minutes.

It felt great.