Shortly after moving into my first apartment, I received a package from home. Unfurling the brown paper within, I uncovered a simple, cream-colored coffee mug with the words “Call your mother.” My aversion to chatting had been noted and was unacceptable to the woman who gave me life.
More than a decade later, I still prefer not to spend hours on the line, but now my phone-turned-pocket-size-computer is an even more imposing drain on my time/attention than ever. Alarmed by my screen time stats, I decided to give up my smartphone for one week to see if just a smartwatch could suffice on its own. The results were largely as expected, with a few exceptions.