I'm sitting on our patio right now, fire going in the fire pit. I'm on my computer, which is only about the size of a textbook I would have used in fourth grade. Little smaller, now that I think of it. Apparently my computer is sending bits and bytes of data through the *air* to this thing called the internet.
Meanwhile, I've got some work to finish, which I will do using this neato program that lets me capture my thoughts in typing instead of having to write it all in longhand and lets me make corrections right here on the page even while I'm writing. And then I'll send the document through the *air* to my printer, which will reproduce my words *exactly* on paper. Like magic.
Then I will use this link in my electronic mail program to check in for my flight (through the *air* in a newfangled aeroplane.) I'll also send my boarding pass through the air to that aforementioned printer. I will carry it with me to the airport tomorrow where someone will use a scanner to scan the bar code on this piece of paper I printed from my house and that will tell them who I am (and all sorts of other personal information like my shoe size and the last time I had my hair colored, I'm sure.)
Oh, and just because it's cool, in the morning I'm going to present a 90 minute talk on oversupply in breastfeeding. On a video call. From my couch.