husband took my phone with him this morning. he's sick. he's got a fever. and it apparently affected his brain and he just took the the whole stack of phones that was sitting on the shelf. which included both of his and mine. and it feels like he took my right arm with him. i can't count the number of times i've reached for my phone - to check my calendar, or my email or my words with friends, or to text someone or to check the weather forecast for tomorrow. or most importantly, to take an instagram photo. my whole life is in that phone. i don't know a single phone number. not one. i only know that most of them start with +45, which is our country code. i am totally helpless without my phone. i have officially turned large portions of my brain over to a pretty, shiny piece of technology. and i like it that way!
i mentioned it on facebook and my friends started "liking" the post - like it's somehow funny or fitting that i don't have my phone! arrgh! this is definitely putting a damper on the week of positivity.