I spend a lot of time on my phone. Sometimes I realize that, and throw it to the side in disgust. Other times I rationalize that, these days, everyone spends a lot of time on the phone. I want to be connected. With my job, I have to be connected. My phone has begun to feel like an extension of my hand.

But it wasn’t until this past weekend that I realized I had taken it too far.

Sunday night, I was not in the mood to cook. You can tell that, simply, because there is no cooking column this week. I was down and frankly exhausted from a jam-packed weekend. So instead of my usual Sunday culinary feast, I decided to order a pizza. Instead of calling a local pizza place, I picked up my phone and started an app.

I punched in my order, complete with sides and drinks. I watched as my “pizza tracker” showed up-to-the-minute progress of my dinner. And I even tracked the delivery person to my house, where she arrived with my perfectly collected order. It wasn’t until that exact moment that I realized all of my dealings that used to be done over the phone were done without contacting one single living human being.

There’s an app for everything these days. I don’t get stuck in traffic because there is a program on my phone that warms me about it. I can connect to Facebook and Twitter anywhere. There are nights that I don’t even turn the computer on because I can do the majority of my work on my phone. I look up recipe ideas, movie times and cures for medical ailments I have on any given day.

Budding technology has made me spoiled. I don’t miss anything, and any small interruption in my service sends me whining to the hills. But is that healthy? Should I forgo human interaction in the interest of efficiency? I can’t help but think that the more connected we get, the more disconnected we are with each other.

Call Corianne Egan, a Sun staff writer, at 270-575-8652 or follow @CoriEgan on Twitter.