It was one o'clock in the morning by the time we settled down to sleep, after watching the fireworks from attic window at midnight. We had pancakes with garlic mushrooms for breakfast, a double treat! Our new router is poorly located for decent signal distribution, and needs to be raised to a higher shelf, but when we were discussing the feasibility of this in situ, the router had to be disconnected in situ. The spaghetti mix of cables as confusing. In re-connecting I mistakenly placed network cables in the wrong router sockets. No damage was done but it took an hour before we could sort out which one belonged where and get the system to behave properly again. The Christmas tree had to be moved, and then we decided to strip it of decorations early and return it to the garden in its pot.
I started writing a long biblical reflection about the impact of digital culture and living on our sense of self as human beings, and what this means for our spiritual life and prayer. It's only when you stop to take stock that you realise the extent to which life has been changed by the advent of the internet over the past thirty years. Getting a comprehensive picture of blessings and curses is hideously complex, and I worked on this after lunch and in the evening. In between, I went for a walk around the park as usual.
Clare wanted to watch a movie in the evening instead of the New Year's Day concert from Vienna, so I downloaded the full podcast and listened to it while I wrote in the evening. It's an annual favourite of mine, and best of all, I have it on my phone until the end of January.
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