UPDATE: How my saga concluded
Ending Day 2 without my iPhone. Kinda tense. An hour ago I started driving to Lenox Square Apple Store to replace it, but I turned around: I don’t want to spend $300 tonight and find the dang thing tomorrow morning. I’m giving it one more day.
But the first two haven’t been easy.
No calls, pictures, social media updates. No emailing, no Googling random facts, no texting Tony about the kids on “Idol.”
My dependence on my smartphone has surprised me because I think I’m a pretty average iPhone user. I love it and use it all day, largely to take photos for Instagram and this blog, to write or voice-record lyric ideas for songs, and to keep a running tally of my daily to-do list and communications. I listen to music on it while I’m at the gym. And I use it as my alarm clock (so, yeah, I rushed to work after oversleeping a bit this morning). Without it now for two days, I have felt disoriented and a little twitchy.
Yikes! Maybe this dependence shouldn’t surprise me so much. At least I don’t text at dinner instead of talking with my date, right?
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