I threw myself into a mild panic earlier this week by suggesting to myself (after spending the wee hours with Dooce and the Gofugyourself girls - the shadow side of the internet) that I might have little bit of a Problem handling my internet use and what would it be like if I just didnt use the computer after 8 pm for a week or so and see what happened?
See how it is in my head?
Well, I did it last night, and during that time wrote a Big List of all the things I could be doing if I WERE on the computer, which included:
sending email (Rachel! Try Vitalist with your Jott - you will LOVE it!),
writing some stuff for work and fun,
and looking up when the bus would go by our house this morning.
So now it's 7:55. And instead of telling you about the amazing way the Philip Yancy has been foisted into my consciousness suddenly, or a 6 year olds awesome one mile race and terrible tantrum today (Preacher Mom, I know you are really busy, but when you have a minute, can we talk about parenting a boy this age? I think we are having the same problem right now), or my review of Akeelah and the Bee (oh by GOD bring me a hankie, honey) or the way that the vegetable garden is all turned over and ready for some seeds to go in there,
I'm going to turn off the computer now and
See? I'm doing it right now.