Escapism

This is where she's been ever since I turned on the ceiling fan two hours ago. Under the bed. (Click to up-rez.) — This is where she’s been ever since I turned on the ceiling fan two hours ago. Under the bed. (Click to up-rez.)

We’re living on the second floor of a rambling old Sears catalog home where our room enjoys plenty of afternoon sun. Unfortunately, I don’t enjoy the surplus warmth and Acadia doesn’t enjoy the ceiling fan, so we’ll have to work something out.

On an unrelated note, a friend tells me that he has departed the World Wide Web. No email, no YouTube. No Hulu or Wikipedia.

No internet at all.

At all.

Somewhat unplugged myself simply by virtue of being 250 miles from home in a town with few urban amenities, I wonder if my friend might not be onto something.