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!