In which I realize something. At an airport. The title said it all, really.

​For the first time in a very long while, I find myself traveling without a smartphone. Since I’m not one of those folks who lives and dies by their phone, I didn’t think it would be that big a deal. Fortunately, for the most part, I was right. But even so, it took a little adjustment, even just at the airport. No quick FB check, no weather check. Worst of all, I couldn’t send a quick note to my ladies to convey vitally important things like “Waiting to board…”, or ” Boarding!”, or “Taxiing, g’night!”.

It was interesting to realize that I /did/ register a sense of being cut-off, incommunicado. Unreachable…

Unreachable? No news? No work? Nothing like that?

YESSSSSS!!!!

(No immediate and easy ontact with my ladies? <sad face>)

But, given how hard I’ll be to contact throughout the week, it’s probably appropriate. And so begins my week of “hiding.” Or, as my wife has taken to calling it, my Walkabout 🙂