Thumbing that soft warm home button was more of a preoccupation than I thought. And I had other things to do. For real.
So I became more mindful of my use. I didn’t take it on walks. I delayed opening it until later in the morning. And the first week my screen time was down 34%. The next it was down 11%. I read more. I cleaned up the kitchen before dirty dishes inhibited sink use. I cooked. I day dreamed. I’m down to two hours a day.
I wonder if using it as an actual device to talk with someone counts as screen time. Or listening to audible books.