Under duress, I got a cell phone about a year ago, and I've actually carried it half a dozen times since then. I don't really like talking on the phone anyway, and I really hate doing it out in public. The last time I had my cell phone on me, it rang right at the beginning of a talk by Patricia Polacco and everyone stared at the idiot who forgot to turn off her phone. Turn off the phone, turn on the phone, - way too much to remember. One time I was in the bathroom at Target and this woman was in the stall next to me talking loudly on the phone about her plans for the evening. Do I have to mention that it is very echoey in bathrooms? I wondered for the rest of the day if the person on the other end of the phone knew where that lady was.
Agent E actually called me today and left a message on my home machine and then said she was going to try my cell phone. Now, smart gal that she is, she actually said on her message that she was pretty sure I didn't have it on me and that it would be weeks until I got the message. She was wrong, I picked the message up today (after I found the phone and plugged it into the charger because it was dead as dead gets). And it's a good thing I did too, because there was a message on there from March 31st that I hadn't gotten. Sorry Sheila.
Good news is starting to roll in on the book front, so I'm going to make a real effort to remember to keep it charged, keep it with me and keep it on - except when Patricia Polacco is speaking.
On this date: In 1970, Paul McCartney announced that the Beatles were breaking up.