Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I have a little five year old torando grandson and his dad staying with me for two weeks. It's exhausting! More books at bedtime, running up and down the stairs, not wanting to eat dinner but hoping for dessert anyway, full of enough energy to power a metropolis. I don't know how I did it with four kids! But I do know I was much, much younger! He's a cuddler, and tells me he loves me multiple times a day, and he's been isolated for a year from his preschool and friends. He's wired up, and T-K on line is helping a bit but not enough. They have to be careful because he's prone to ashma, and yet the tradeoff is horrible. I feel so much sympathy for parents. I did not have to deal with the internet or a barrage of technology. Maybe our culture was already trying to make us couch potatoes, but they were not doing a very good job. I rode my bike miles and swam and played softball and ran around like a manic, and now the pandemic has made obvious that we now spend our time staring at things. I was happy to read in Dear Amy in the newspaper today that when a reader complained of criticism on Facebook about her by a cousin, that Amy countered she used to get upset and disturbed by postings on Facebook, and she just closed it down feels happier. I KNOW I don't want to do Facebook, and I'm noticing I look at my phone too often. I keep my desktop out in my studio, so that I only do my email and blog one time a day. I can see how easy it is to be "checking". Checking what? That I got a message or sale annoucement? I do not want to be imprisoned by mostly unnecessary information. And I want to control my imput as much as possible, so my mind is free from messages I really, really don't want. I'm a Luddite, but the alternative seems to me so much worse.