My trauma began yesterday morning after my morning commute. I noticed a crack in my phone. From this point on, I have been without my phone. I didn’t realize how attached I was. Everything is in that phone. My to-do list, my alarm clock, my calendar, and so on and so on. I was lost. I feel disconnected from the world. The silence is deafening. I am avid reader. I have purchasing electronic books now. Guess what?! They’re on my phone. Do you know I went to bed early last night? I didn’t have anything that kept my mind occupied. I read from phone before bed. Last night, all I could do was lie there and wait for sleep to overtake me. It was difficult. I kept tossing and waking because I didn’t want to oversleep. No trustworthy alarm clock to wake me. I feel worse than Cersei Lannister in the Red Keep dungeon (if you watch Game of Thrones…you get my drift). Nothing is worse than a sale rep telling you that a replacement phone is out of stock. I am sitting here because the shelves were bare. I am completely and utter clueless without my phone. Guard your phones, my friends.
On the flip side, I have gotten more done with my blog this week than I have since I created it. Imagine that. I wonder if some great words, that extend into sentences, that expand into paragraph of the best story ever are in my future. I certainly hope so. I am still working with that one line I mentioned a couple posts ago. We shall see.