So anyway. I did it. No more voice in the wilderness. No more piety. No more nose in the air with a Tsk Tsk Tsk. Yep. I ditched my flip-phone. Burner. Dinosaur. What have you.

    So far? So good. I do like the little buzz and vibrate. No. I will not turn it off. Yes. I know I can. It does so much shit. This new phone. But hell. I still don't want to talk on it. Texting is much much easier. I give no shits about having the web in my pocket. But hey. I'm ancient and I may need to Uber.

    I did not get a cell till around the beginning of the millennium. Being on the motorbike was the reason. Calling in case of mechanical failure. Knock knock knock. Did not even know my # so I taped it to the back. Silly me. A holdover analog. They saw me coming. With an antennae.

    I've had a few now. Very convenient. But I will not stare at it endlessly. I'll still read books.

    Yes. I know I can read them on the phone.