I found my cell phone

So a couple of months ago a 1-year-old who shall remain nameless tossed my cell phone into the toilet. I thought surely I would have to buy a new phone, but after taking it all apart, cleaning it, and letting it dry in the sun — good as new. (Except for the screen. Wow, that thing has seen better days.)

Then, a few weeks later, the phone disappeared altogether. Again, I’d probably have to drop some $$$ and buy a new one. But you know what? I stopped looking for it. I could borrow Traci’s if I really needed one, I haven’t been traveling recently, and there is something strangely liberating about going to the store or whatnot and being impossible to contact. (Except for pigeons. They will always work in a pinch.)

The phone turned up yesterday. I’m not sure how I feel about that yet.