A Snail's Life

Work is winding down and I'm getting ready for a weekend of apple and pumpkin picking across the state with the Missus and Jack.  It's going to be a few days of no horror movies, no politics of television, and no constantly worrying about what to write on the site, or what to change on the site, or what to review on the site....

Of course, in order to do that, I had to make sure I have my camera packed up in case there are any pictures to take, my mini notebook (after a small back and forth with The Cubicle Reverend, I broke down and bought the exact Moleskine pocket notebook he refers to in his post - although I did get it for about half price so it wasn't so bad) in case I came up with something profound to write about (yeah, right), my ridiculous GPS/Internet/Email/.MP3 Player/Phone because you never know when a text message from a friend asking "What's up?" might come through, and then...

You get the idea.  Even when we disconnect, we're connected.  Our vacations are plugged in, our relaxation comes equipped with a USB adapter, and the sounds that awaken us are digitized.

We carry our homes on our backs, and it's getting heavier...