Disconnected 24 Hours off the Grid “Kerplop!” was the sound that my Smartphone made as it descended out of my back pocket and into the toilet bowl. Six years ago, this incident would have required a complete emotional and mental breakdown equivalent to a toddler breaking their favorite toy. Now, as a responsible adult, I calmly reached my into the bowl, retrieved my sopping phone, and rinsed it off (It was already wet, why not?). Following the advice of my husband, I put the phone into a sock and swung it around my head like a helicopter in order to remove excess water. Once it seemed like that was all that would come out, I plopped the device into a bag filled with rice and prepared to be phoneless for 24 hours. For years, I have not been