Technology is grand.
This is not a good moment to ask me to define “grand”.
When the sound stopped playing on a phone game, I decided to reboot my phone. I try to remember and do this now and then anyway, so the prompt was useful.
I just had no idea HOW useful.
Upon rebooting, my phone coughed up 29 photos sent to me via text. It also coughed up 7 voicemails, some of them over a week old.
You will be happy to know that the Sparkette did not miss her dental appointment, in spite of the fact that I got the reminder four days after the aforementioned appointment actually occurred.
I am grateful for my communication device but a little dubious about how useful a communication device actually is if it fails to communicate.
Technology is magic, as far as I’m concerned. I don’t understand it; it’s not intuitive to me. I’m quite sure it’s fueled by pixie dust. When my phone or computer go wacko, I’m lost if the fix requires more than turning them off and then turning them back on again.
I’m not savvy in the ways of pixie dust, I guess.
I’m wondering just what else might be hiding in the bowels of my smart phone…