I just left my iPhone in a cab after coming home from a hockey game.
My heart is racing, and I can't sleep. I've gotten in and out of bed at least 3 times to check information on different sites online. I cannot function without my phone, especially since tomorrow I am flying to Florida.
Stepping back for a second, it really is pathetic that I am this disabled from the temporary loss of technology and the money spent toward the phone (and --gasp-- any new phone) is fungible. After all, it is just a toy; it is just information delayed; it is just time lost; it is just money spent.
In the most mature perspective possible, I am trying to will myself to be over it. The most I can do is call the lost and found of the taxi management company when it opens at 9am tomorrow, which is after the likely end of this driver's shift.
Despite this uber-rational voice trying to calm my frazzled nerves, I remain jittery and in need to tap, swipe and obsessively check. Hearing this, I face the question of "are my salving attempts too soon or too futile?"
Ughhhhh. Here's to laying in bed with one eye open, starting at the red glow of the clock. 9am is now a lifetime away.
Be well, Do good.
[And if you find a phone in a cab, call the most frequent number in the log and report the phone as lost. I'm willing to pay Verizon for a new one; why not offer $50 to a good Samaritan for expediting the process and eliminating the anguish.]
BG