I’m waiting to get a surgery date for my wrist (for anyone counting that will technically be the fifth); as a result, I have my cell phone with me all the time. It sits out on my desk at work, even in meetings, and everyone understands that I will answer my phone if the doctor … Continue reading
One day I forgot my phone. I was supposed to meet someone after work, but, as is typical in the age of cell phones our version of concrete plans was, I’ll text you when I leave and let you know where I’ll meet you. This obviously wasn’t going to work when I didn’t have my … Continue reading