Cellular Breakdown

Mitch in happier days, after surgery but at least he had his phone.

My husband is pretty depressed, and now I'm starting to be too. Mitch lost his cell phone sometime yesterday, and both of us have spent a considerable amount of time inside the house and out, even going so far as retracing his steps since last evening, requiring a trip to the grocery store and the slow, methodical inspection of our entire property and especially the vegetable garden, looking for it. 

A modern-day, modern man dilemma, and one that we all face sooner or later, losing a cell phone is like losing a limb. It's sad. But then just a few minutes ago I read about that flesh-eating virus, zip-line young woman in Georgia who made the news exactly one year ago: She lost one leg, the other foot and both hands to the infection, but according to the article, today she "has not lost her spirit," is excited about the future, and remains optimistic about life, unlike Mitch, who foresees a bleak future without his phone. Go figure.