But where we would all be without computers? Years ago, before the present overwhelming proliferation of technology in the home, I read an article that pointed out the number of computers, simple or not, that we were already relying on, from oven and fridge thermostats to our watches and alarm clocks, record players (before CDs and DVDs), on and on. Now, instead of clones we have a myriad of household and office helpers that enable us to do all the work we do, and force us to do more. Good news and bad news: if you didn't have so much help you wouldn't be nearly as busy or stressed.

Ralph Waldo Emerson commented on travel that wherever he went he took himself with him, not his exact words but you get the idea. You never leave you behind, you never really leave. Your cell phone and iPad or laptop go with you wherever you go. Therapists and medical advisors are telling stressed-out workers now to leave their techie servants behind.

"Oh, for a holiday in a complete vacuum!" cried the mother in Christopher Fry's play, The Lady's Not For Burning. That's even harder to achieve these days. I suppose that's one of the reasons people settle for a day at the spa. An hour in a mud bath is worth two in the bar.

Actually, that's not true. I had a mud bath once and it was only because I was with a friend that I consented to immerse my body in warm, brown glue. We encouraged each other: "I'll go if you'll go." But the idea of leaving the pressures of the world behind is a good one even though no one can afford to leave them for long.

Did I mention that spring is here, finally? The magnolia trees are enjoying their brief moment of triumph. So a friend and I are going to take a Magnolia Walk, untouched by Computer Blight. That's as close as I can get to leaving the world behind this week.

The older I get, the less I assume that people know what I'm talking about. If you are as old as I am you can skip the next bit. I won't go as far back as the textile industry and the skilled handworkers who feared for their livelihoods when the first machines were introduced that would replace them. Over the centuries now, since the Industrial Revolution, we know that people have feared (and rightly so) that new technologies would take their place. These days, the term Luddite has evolved to include anyone opposed to or slow to adapt to new trends, including me/us. We feel sorry for ourselves as the human touch and especially the human voice has been replaced by buttons. You know what I'm talking about.

If you have a complaint about a product or a service you have to take an hour or two out of your day and pay close attention to what you are told to do:

1) If you need technical advice, press 1;

2) If you want to check your account, press 2;

3) If you just want to talk, hang up.

I often think it must be very difficult for a mistress to have voice contact with her lover if she had to follow the instructions. Maybe he has a special line:

1) If you are his wife and need him to bring home some Extra Virgin Olive Oil, press 1;

2) if you're his daughter and need more money before Friday, press 2 urgently;

3) If you're his mistress, lick your finger before you press the button, you know which one.

But I digress. I just wanted to say I am no Luddite. I have a website and a blog to prove it. However, I do not indulge in Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat, YouTube or Pinterest. I have a number of insomniac friends who do, and I get their catch of the day every morning, ranging from cute kittens and lolling dogs to the far-flung beauty of the earth to terrible puns and wordplay. What did they do before this wealth of irrelevance?

What does anyone do? I blog.