Soooo... Put the ol' cel in the purse this ayem and ignored it 'til I was in the car heading homewards at the end of my workday; reached into the phone pocket and... Empty. De nada.
Not so good; it's one of my alarm clocks and it's the only place where I have Tam's cel number, in addition to all the usual celphonic usages. I've only been home>work>home, so it's got some chance of bein' findable.
Really don't want to have to replace it, they nearly always make me get a New Plan.
Also, Tam, if you read this, call home!
CHICAGO RAILROAD FAIR, 1948
3 days ago