Thankful for a forgotten phone

I tackled Thanksgiving weekend sans cell phone thanks to my forgetfulness. You know what? It was pretty nice. I'm thinking about doing it more often.

Granted, now that I no longer use my device to receive work e-mail, my phone is generally only used for the following activities, in decreasing order of time spent: Making phone calls, checking/posting to Twitter, using the Google Maps app, and checking the Giants score. Since I really had no calls to make, haven't used Twitter much on recent weekends, knew where I was the entire time, and listened to the last of Sunday's game on the radio, being without my phone was no big deal.

Still, not having it nearby felt like a breath of fresh air.

When I realized I forgot my phone, early into the holiday, my wife joked, "Gosh, if you were still at the paper you'd be screwed."

"Wrong," I said. "If I was still at the paper and had forgotten my phone, THEY'D be screwed. I'd be relieved."

Probably not -- but maybe just a little -- true.