It was Monday.
Allow me to warn you, faithful reader, that no story that ever begins with the phrase, “It was Monday.” can possibly end well.
On Monday, the cable company sent a technician to our home to check out some problems we’d been having with our connectivity since Saturday night. The guy was here for a solid two hours checking over things before he finally concluded that it was our cable modem, and replaced it. But during this time, he needed to talk to my husband, so I called my husband on my precious 1st gen iPhone, that was less than a year old, and handed it to the cable guy. The cable guy gave it back to me when he was done, and thought it was in my grasp so he let go.
My baby, my iPhone, which is my entire life, hit the floor with a loud crack.… [Read More]