Andrew ,'Damage'
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Yay, Suzi! We're happy for you to whine--apparently it works for you!
Epic, all good thoughts to your mom--and you.
I have a smart phone. I got it for the larger keyboard for texting. Arthritis in my thumbs makes that problematic, though, I'm one-finger typing instead. I still don't use it as more than a phone, though. No games, no internet. I know, luddite. But it works for me.
I ended up trading my old flip phone for a smart(er) phone a little over a year ago - the old one's battery wasn't holding a charge and the signal was always weak. The new one ... it was the cheapest Galaxy they had and I mostly use it to make phone calls, although being able to check out something online when I was away was helpful.
Despite my love of technology, I didn't get my first smartphone until 2 or 3 years ago. I do love the GPS in it. That's super useful.
I pay about $25 per quarter for my pay-as-you-go phone (I don't call a lot of people). I don't want another monthly bill.
Congratulations, Suzi!
Epic, ~ma for your mom and for you getting through it with her.
I have used my day off to do basically nothing, so far. How come I can't get motivated to do anything much until about 7pm? Doesn't matter how much sleep I get or when I get up. I'm running on autoplay most of the daylight hours, and wide awake and ready to jam when the sun goes down... as long as I get an afternoon nap. idek
As Steph says, the GPS is endlessly useful. Both for directions to unfamiliar places and planning the best route around traffic and whatnot.
I also use Google a lot more than I thought I would. That thing where you used to go, "I'm not sure, but I think..." or, "I'll look that up as soon as I get home...", now I just pull the phone out of my pocket.
How come I can't get motivated to do anything much until about 7pm?
When you find out, please share. I have this same affliction/habit.
Foot~ma for your mother, Epic, and cope~ma for you.
Man, therapy rips me open every week. I want to know when it's going to stitch me back together.
I'm glad I'm doing this, it's definitely helping, but jeez. Heavy Chevy.
On the less-heavy side, the weather here is gorgeous -- it's supposed to be close to 70 before the day is over, and sunny. Tomorrow starts a run of 30something- and 40something-degree days that are going to be rainy/snowy, so I really need to go take a walk. (The downside to the weather is that its rapid changing has given me a migraine that doesn't want to budge even in the face of drugs. So a walk isn't super appealing. But the weather is SO nice, and it's going to be crappy starting tomorrow. So I'll probably drag my aching head outside, but meh.)