I’ve nearly made it through my first week without a Palm Pilot. It was possible because I didn’t have any meetings, and only a couple things to do. Still, I’m not happy about the prospect of having to look at calendars other other such archane habits.
I believe I lost it on between Chicago and Portland. It must have fallen out of my bag. I was playing Klondike in Chicago because our plane was late, then I forgot to zip up the pocket it was in. For such a simple mistake, its going to set me back centuries. Its almost like loosing fire. Can you imagine having to go back to raw meat and cold caves?
At least I have Michelle at home. She remembers things. Lets just hope the person who finds it doesn’t figure out my password. Then they’de have access to my password database. I guess I could change all the passwords…