I hope you are sitting down. There is evidence, still inconclusive, that I may have lost my iphone. And if I have, I don't want to live anymore. Okay, I don't mean that. Not entirely. And I haven't given up hope yet. But I am as attached to that thing as everyone else I know -- and I was among the last of the holdouts to purchase one. Until this very moment, I didn't appreciate how inextricably that phone is bound up with my blog. That's the emotional component. The financial piece? I never purchased insurance, figuring my family plan with three phones cost plenty, and I have a hazy memory of playing with the thing, besotted, as the saleswoman talked about replacement costs. But I believe I heard the words "six hundred." So, I am requesting a national day of prayer and fasting as I turn my home, car and office upside down over the next 12 hours.
Did you see the film footage of the tornadoes in the Dallas-Fort Worth area? The sky here in Austin was dark blue-gray as I left the office at 5:00, and with visions of airborne 18-wheelers dancing in my head, I took off down South 1st at a run. The rain waited til I got under the tree coverage on the trail, but it was sporadic and actually kind of refreshing. I loved being out there. Once again, I started out with that odd feeling of "something's not quite right" because I hadn't walked in 36 hours, but 20 minutes or so into it, I was exchanging smiles with other wet pedestrians, admiring their handsome dogs and working up a pleasurable sweat. I was back among my peeps, and all was right with the world.
Except for the phone. I'll get back to you on the phone.
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