Back In Time

I've always reluctantly kept up with technology.  Pagers were becoming a thing of the past when I finally purchased one at the age of 17.  I held out on getting a cell phone until 2003, and I only was convinced then because Dana had a job that kept him traveling all over Washington, and I was due in a few months with Kaia.  I didn't give in to the Smart Phone age until a few months ago.  And now, for the first time since 2003, I do not have a cell phone. 

It's not that I willingly gave up my cell phone.  No, I wouldn't do that.  My phone is my watch, my weather forecaster, my link to friends and family, and is currently sitting in a plastic bag full of rice.  Bryce made off with my cell phone, and when I realized he was in the bathroom, I went running.  My phone was on the floor, and I was thrilled.  Phew... Dodged a bullet that time.  Except when I picked it up, I realized, I hadn't.  He dipped my phone into water.  Either the cat's bowl or the foot bath.  Which one doesn't matter, the result is the same, a dead phone that needs the moisture extracting rice to revive it. 

So until it's resurrection 48-72 hours later, I'm unreachable.  And while right now I feel naked, and out of sorts, I may just survive this!