Isn't there a 15-yard penalty for "piling on," God?
In just over 24 hours, I acquired a significant estimate for canine surgery, a brand-new car payment for a car that's not brand-new, a possible claim against me for damage to the Rental from Hell and a lot of uncertainty about Eleanor's medical situation for the coming weeks....
So why not just have my phone die in the middle of all of that?
Except it didn't. It was just restin'. Look at that plumage!
Pissed at the world and pointing way too much of it at my beloved, I headed out, sure I was looking at a new two-year contract, an immediate payment for an iSomething and probably a bunch of accessories.
Or not:P Phone Lady gave it a hard reset by Pushing Both Buttons at once (a fine change from my previous hour of banging the crap out of each one individually) and it fired right back up. It even plugs into a jack in Kermit's dashboard and plays iTunes beautifully through the speakers:)
Even better, this was on my way to a nuisance visit to a collision shop, where by state law all used cars must be photographed before they can have physical damage coverage confirmed for them. This took mere moments, but was just long enough for me to see the wrecks in their parking lot- one looking spookily like Emily's dear departed ride- to make me realize that, yaknow, it's really not that bad after all.
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