I am grateful for my dumb phone. I had this suspicion I’d been spending too much time anxiously checking my iPhone for email, Facebook updates, or any of the other things one can obsessively check for a few months now. I bit the bullet and downgraded. I still have the iPhone, but it now sits in a drawer. My new dumb phone makes voice calls and text messages, and that’s it. There was a half dozen times today I didn’t really need to check anything but I pulled it out of my pocket and turned it on before realizing I couldn’t check anything anyway. It’s an odd feeling that’s a mix of freedom and futility.
I am grateful for Coop. He perservered on a challenging craft we were doing at Cubs, and finished that thing after getting home. Good job, kiddo!
I am grateful for time spent rubbing Farley’s back at bedtime.