I just got back from visiting my mother, who had bypass surgery a few weeks ago. She's doing fine.
There is no internet connectivity at her retirement community, and it proved difficult to get anywhere I could get some.
On the other hand, I'm not as comprehensively mentally connected as most other people. I often read people complaining about shortened attention spans, distraction, etc., and I certainly feel that when I have connectivity.
When I don't, however, I'm perfectly happy. Her apartment is looks out over the roofs of the other buildings into a Midwestern oak forest. It is utterly silent. So, while my mother napped, I read, alternating Middlemarch and Victor David Hanson's analysis of the Peloponnesian War, A War Like No Other. No, I didn't discern any deep connection between the two works.
Now I'm back, and catching up.