I lost my cellphone….
Or at least, for about an hour, I thought I had lost it.
Years ago, I had lost my cellphone. Back then, the phone was simply a phone.
In that hour of panic last week, I realized what my “phone” really was. As I traced my movements in desperate search, my thoughts were overwhelmed by the importance of my phone and the difficulty, perhaps, impossibility, of replacing it.
Was it backed up?
And the thought that it may fall into distrusting hands.
And there were no land lines from which to call it.
PANIC.
And as I searched, the irrationality of it being lost simmered in the back of my thoughts. It didn’t make sense.
And it was found…. But that may be for another blog.


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