Shhh...

I haven't had my cell phones on since 3p Tuesday. Sure, I turned the work one on long enough to make a (roaming) call for directions when I was lost on the Univeristy of Alberta campus, but other than that it's been quiet. No text messages, no chit chat just because I'm bored (or someone else is), no vendors, no family members or friends trying to figure out things like rideshares for the wedding. (Hint: No one will be riding in our car except M and me. The End.)

For those of us who are indoctrinated in constant connectivity, this is like detox. Sure, I get the free wifi in the hotel, but I have to plan ahead and look up all my directions before I leave. For a couple blissful days, I'm mostly out of reach by my direct manager and dispatch (but they've learned to send emails, so I hear from them eventually).

There's no wedding planning, because that's at home on my computer.

I suspect this is a little what life was like before I took on my crazy job, because I remember going days at a time when no one called me on my mobile then. I can relax, focus on something for more than ten minutes, I'm less iritable, I've actually been reading a book, on purpose, just because I want to... and I was nice to strangers, too. Strangeness!

We will have a week and a half of this on our honeymoon, if I'm smart enough to turn our mobiles off and not check my email. That sounds down-right indulgent. I am definitely counting the weeks (soon I'll be counting days) until I can turn my work phone off for three weeks. I'm beginning to wonder if I'll want to come back to all of this once that break is over.