I am phone-less for the moment. I left my cell phone charger in Buffalo, and my dad is mailing it to me, but it hasn’t arrived yet. I sort of feel like one of my smaller toes has been severed. It’s not debilitating, but I definitely notice something is missing. I don’t have anyone’s phone number memorized. It’s all stored in that tiny little phone — a scary fact of modern life, eh? Anyhow, that’s why I’m not returning your calls.

Addendum (ten minutes later): I figured out how to check my messages from a touch-tone phone. And — ha ha! — I have no messages. So never mind, okay?

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