Connected as we are in the beginning of the 2nd decade of the 21st century, it has become hard to be truly on vacation. I have tried to accomplish this by leaving my work cell phone in its charging station @ home.
A weak gesture, I know but the anxiety of not having it with me hasn’t diminished on this fifth of ten days off. Home is three states away.
My home phone rings through to one of our cell phones that work in patches of this, the rocky coast of Maine. But would work even think to call me at home? I know my home number is on noone’s speed-dial.
There are probably at least a half dozen ways to reach me, but without the direct umbilical i still feel disconnected.