I spent the first half of unplugged night having dinner with my old friend Hott Scaapala Scott Haapala, and we spoke of cyborgs and corporate costumes and didn’t glance at our cell phones once.

After we said our goodbyes, I made a cup of tea and sat down on the couch with Sassafras. I had a magazine to read, but didn’t want to. I rubbed Sassafras’ belly and just sat quietly.

Andreas came home a while later, and walked into the living room.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

I looked at him. “Just sitting here,” I said.

And I smiled.