My inner Luddite has been making an appearance lately. Oh, he's usually pretty close to the surface, I would say. I love email, certainly, and large portions of the interwebz, and while I wouldn't say I love my cell phone particularly, I find it useful more often than not. But the Luddite (what shall we call him? Don't you think he needs a name? Something Quakerly and/or Biblical, I think. Maybe Jeremiah? That's a bit grand though, and more foaming-at-the-mouth than I typically am when in Luddite mode, so how about Jerry? Yeah, let's go with that), excuse me, but Jerry has been piping up more often of late. Some of this is tied up with another message/voice I've been hearing (I don't think it's Jerry, exactly), which has been telling me to SLOW DOWN. At first I found that message perplexing. I've been gallivanting around the country and globe in the past year, it's true, but I wouldn't say I've been excessively busy, really. Yes there was work to be done in Twisp, and we did it, but there was also plenty of time for hiking, inter-tubing on the river, and having good long talks with friends over meals and wine. And Ireland? Maine? Morro Bay? The three visits I made to Indiana throughout the year? Those were vacations, clear and simple, no ifs ands or buts. So, um, I haven't been feeling overworked, exactly. So naturally I asked for clarification on the 'slow down' message, at which point the voice sighed, rolled its eyes (shut up and just go with it) and said very slowly, like I was some kind of moron or something, 'if it has an off switch, turn it off.'
