1. I got much more reading done--reading by the fire sans laptop was peaceful, even idyllic.
2. Much harder than I imagined: many times I caught myself, without explicitly thinking about it, wandering in my office to check email or the Netflix queue or....
3. How much I miss having 4 or 5 books out all at once, reading some from one, then another: intertextual connection equals paper-textual bliss.
4. How much I miss reading BOOKS with pages I feel and turn with my hand, books I write in, books I caress
5. Felt strangely disconnected from all my Internet friends--what if someone emailed me? what if someone posted a comment on my recent FB update? (which many people did, which I saw on my sister's laptop at Thanksgiving because she had posted a comment on my update, at which point I had to tear myself away so as to not check FB) what if someone made a nifty Thanksgiving post I should be paying attention to? what if my Netflix queque is out of order and they send me some movie I don't want? what about this thing I'm reading about (like the reference to Sir Gawain and the loathely lady in Kabat-Zinn's book on parenting) that I need to Google?
6. How my ideas for blog posts, FB updates soars, and ideas I want to email to others when I know I am forbidden from being online
7. That make-up online-connection is almost as good as make-up sex--I've had an orgasmic flow of online energy all morning.
8. That even with a day off and the euphoria of make-up connection this morning, I still feel a wee bit guilty about the two hours lost with my electronic mistress.