My perfect relationship with my phone is one where I can send signals but can’t receive them. I call this “going ghost mode:” I can communicate with you via obscure gestures, but you will struggle to summon me. It’s a great way to spend the weekend—phone in do not disturb, at the park talking to my dog, occasionally scrolling Instagram and The RealReal, sending a link or two to a friend but not overdoing it on screen time. It’s 85% touch grass with 15% brain rot. I understand this is somewhat antisocial, but it works for me. I’ll get back to you on Monday (probably).