I actually spent four days or more at home without my computer. That was odd. I realised that much of my daily life — my to do lists, my medical record-keeping, my recipes, my banking — was all centred around the box that I didn’t have to hand. Somehow I survived (and didn’t even have to watch England being tormented in the first Ashes Test).
I spent a lot of time reading (getting through two Jo Nesbo novels of 500+pages each) and listening to the CBC Radio. I also scribbled a few pages of notes that, even to me, look more like proto-Japanese than English.
It was a joy to get the machine back this morning, but the pleasant feeling slowly dissipated as I worked my way through several hundred emails.