It was actually pretty great being disconnected for a week or so. I have discovered that I love not having the annoyance of a land line and that, with one of those antenna boxes, we get a couple of local stations and can therefore still watch the morning news (and see House on Monday evenings ... though I'm pretty sure that we're still doing that out of habit and it's only a matter of weeks before he jumps the shark). Due to crossed connections of the human sort, we were internet free for almost a week, which was weird at first, but I liked the way the traffic in my head slowed down because of it.
While waiting for the underpainting on a planned painting to dry I decided to noodle around with a landscape, something I haven't done for ages. I jumped in with both feet and spent a long time on it, only to abandon it in the final stages. But for probably the first time ever I don't feel a sense of failure. I realized about halfway through that there were serious compositional flaws (the result of no planning) but I was enjoying experimenting with different techniques. Maybe, because I was forced to soldier on without the easy distraction of my laptop beckoning, I had better perspective about the process. I've never painted a serious landscape in oil and in my head I was Tom Thompson in Algonquin Park, without the inconvenience of dying. I plan to take what I learned and try again soon and, with any luck, I'll be able to resist that siren call.