Untethered

Somehow or another, my cell phone has gone missing. I’m pretty sure I had it at home last night, and my case is sitting empty on the breakfast table — and I would have noticed had I taken the case off my belt and it was empty.

But, mysteriously, no phone.

Which means no Google Reader work, or office email work, or home email work, or Twittering, or anything like that while I’m on the train ride home. Or at Katherine’s karate practice.

Irksome.