When I get bogged down in techno-stupidity, I often threaten to turn Amish for a few weeks. I can cook, I can sew, I can knit, I don't wear makeup, and my hair can be twisted into a bun and stuffed into a starched cap. Where do I sign up? :)

Then again, I've always said that if I win a big enough lottery jackpot, I'd move somewhere with a lot of land and raise alpacas. Although having been in Napa last fall, the idea of owning a vineyard has its appeal as well.