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I’m bereft.  Depressed.  So, so sad.  I can hardly type due to the blurred vision from the tears.

No, Dan hasn’t left me.

Worse.

My iPhone has.

This morning as we were all headed out the back door for school, Sam came running back inside with my iPhone.  “Your iPhone was outside Mom!!!” he told me.  Guess what our weather was like overnight?  Come on… just guess.

Yep.  RAIN.  The phone was soaked.  I dried it off best I could and, depressed as I was, we headed off to school.  All along the way I fretted.  All the way home I worried.

Later in the morning I managed to get some of the features working…  we were able to listen to music in the car.  I was able to call Dan.  My sister successfully called me.  My hopes were soaring!

And then.

I got to the gym this evening, plugged in my headphones and… Nada.  Zilch.  Nothing.

I couldn’t get any music to play because the “home” button isn’t working any more.  I’m stuck in phone mode.  Which, I guess, is the mode to be stuck in, but come on!  It’s an iPhone!!!  I need it to do all the cool stuff it always does!  It keeps track of my calendar.  It plays my music (very important these days as the car radio is on the fritz).  It entertains my kids during long waits (VERY important).  It let’s me check my email.  And my bank account.  And gives me directions.  And lets me chat with friends.

Since leaving the gym I keep coming back to it, saying a little prayer over it, and then testing it.  So far it isn’t working.

There’s going to be a tear in a lot more than just one beer if this continues.