Phoneless

I left my phone in at my aunt's house this weekend.  My aunt lives 450 miles away, so I am officially phoneless for a few days while my phone travels through the U.S. Postal Service.  Had I not forgotten my phone . . .

1. I wouldn't have stopped at a gas station on the way to the airport on Sunday to verify that I had taken the correct exit;
2. I would have a beautiful picture taken from an airplane window of a sunset over the Dallas skyline, a picture of the humorous pumpkin people crafted this afternoon by four attorneys, my new betta fish named Mr. Fish, and the comical government shutdown countdown clock ticking away on CNN; and
3. I could have communicated with the four teenagers who failed to meet me this evening as scheduled to prepare for an upcoming church program (tsk, tsk, tsk). 

In the end, however, I made it to the airport on Sunday with plenty of time to spare, I don't really need pictures of a sunset or a countdown clock, I can enjoy Mr. Fish and my pumpkin person in real time, and I will see those silly teenagers this Wednesday.  Phoneless isn't so bad afterall.