Random thoughts seem to hit me at the oddest of times and the other morning was no different.
My husband’s alarm decided that it wasn’t doing a good enough job in getting my husband’s attention, so it decided to wake me up instead. Yes, this inanimate object has decision making skills. Curse you, Siri. So, there I was groaning internally, barely able to function because I went to bed be way too late (I had finished my manuscript that I was writing though), wondering when the hell my husband was going to turn off his alarm.
After a good solid minute of the disgusting attempt at serenade music—perhaps it was less, but I couldn’t tell—I rolled over to give him a good shove, only to discover that he wasn’t there. He must have been in the shower or in the lounge having his breakfast, but wherever he was, he left his rude phone on the bedside table.
Grunting with effort, I dragged myself across the bed and grabbed his phone expecting to see the same type of thing that my phone does when an alarm goes off—swipe circles. Nope. It turns out that iPhones don’t work the same way Androids do. So, I activated the screen and touched the off button.
Then it hit me. When did Touch become non-tactile?Read More