We all know how important sleep is. No one does too well without it. We are lucky if we get through the next day with just crankiness. Sometimes other things happen. And they usually are not good.
I realize there are various reasons for lack of sleep. My sleepless night this time was a result of my jumpy legs acting up. After being up all night, I had plenty of time to think about sleep and the lack of it. My predicament brought to mind the movie, "Sleepless in Seattle." However, none of my sleepless nights have turned out as well as the ones in "Sleepless in Seattle." I certainly don't look as perky as Meg Ryan after little or no sleep. Maybe I don't look that perky with a good night's sleep either. Hmmm.
I had hoped to go directly to bed after finishing my middle-of-the-night post which was my way of trying to trick my legs into behaving. However, it didn't happen. Sleep was not forthcoming.
So, I decided to jump into my chores, full force. I spent the day vacuuming, dusting, washing clothes, and folding them. You know the drill. All those things that always have to be done over and over and over again.
Miraculously, I got it all done just in time to go to the airport to pick up my daughter flying in from California. Then the results of no sleep started making their appearances. I was half way to the airport and I remembered I didn't have my phone.
Not too big a deal except the flight info was on the phone--not in my head. Why bother trying to remember details when you have them all in the phone, right?
Well, I knew she was arriving at 4:00 so obviously I could look at the arrival screens and find out if her flight had landed. No phone? No problem. Right? Not so much.
Uh--I didn't see a 4:00 flight listed from California and I didn't know if she flew through Dallas or Phoenix or Las Vegas or what. In fact, I didn't even know which airline she was flying on.
Now, don't be harsh in your judgment. I know I should have known all of that. But remember, too, I was operating on no sleep.
But it was all okay. She found me. We got her luggage and headed to the car where I asked her if she wanted to drive. "No, you drive," she said. She later questioned her judgment on that matter when I parked at the liquor store to purchase some wine for the night's dinner party.
There were no other cars around and I just whipped into the parking space quick as a wink. Only on coming out of the grocery store next door, did my parking skills come into question. (Not by me, of course.) The car was parked perfectly straight but perfectly straddling two places. She drove the rest of the way home.
But actually, that is not the worst part of this story at all. I thought I handled the evening fairly well and finally headed to bed that night about 11:00. I did all (well, most) of the nighttime rituals--at least I got into my jammies.
I can't remember if I did the full routine of teeth brushing, makeup removal, applying the cream to make me look younger and perkier by morning (I'm sure Meg Ryan does all that cream stuff every night), but I did remember to plug in my phone.
Lights out. Covers up. Phone on the nightstand. Great. Turn over and go to sleep. And, thankfully, I actually did fall fast asleep! All is well until around 2:00 when the dog starts barking and barking and barking. I reached to turn on the light and touched the phone instead. Oh well. Dog stopped barking. I returned to slumber land.
Next thing I knew it was morning. Like always I immediately reach for my glasses and phone, and in the daylight I see my phone floating in my glass of sweet tea on the night stand. Holy moly!
When I reached for the light, I must have knocked it gently into the glass. I didn't hear any splash and I know that phones should not purposely go in a glass of liquid, contrary to my daughters' "cute" comments. Listen, I was sleep deprived, remember!
Now what is worse is that I didn't have a case on my phone this time. I always have a case on it. I have had the Otterbox case since I got this version of the smart phones. And then my daughter had given me the new and improved case called the LifeProof iPhone Case--you know the one--it can withstand being under water or dropped from a thousand feet and claims to keep your iPhone safe and sound against anything and everything.
I guess it actually has to be on the phone though. I had taken it off because I was not able to hear or be heard. Now, I must admit I also had that same problem of not being heard with the Otterbox; but, nevertheless, I was just seeing if it made a difference.
Well, I quickly put the water-logged phone in a bag of rice and waited until my daughter woke up. She, being savvy about cameras and phones and computers, asked when I had backed it up. "Recently?" she asked. "Uh, no, not recently. More like in never," I sheepishly admitted.
She looked astonished and kinda rolled her eyes or laughed or did one of those things that young people do when you show how stupid you are about electronics. Well, then she plugged it into the computer in hopes of at least saving the 10,043 pictures (mostly of grandson, of course) that filled my phone's camera roll app.
After a few hours, the pictures were all backed up and saved on the computer. Whew! That was a relief.
I hated that I was going to have to go to the phone store and admit what had happened. Well, mostly. I did have a fleeting thought of getting to upgrade! A new 5 version iPhone. Ahhh. How nice...but back to reality...expensive.
But miracle of miracles, I unplugged the phone from the computer late in the day, and behold--all the messages of the day popped up. Then all the other apps popped up. Everything was working! YAY!
Except the phone itself. No way to make a call. So back to the daughter. She took the sim card out--dried it off a little--put it back in and called me.
IT WORKED. I could talk on the phone, get my messages and emails, take pictures, and even play my games. All is well! Who needs sleep anyway?
(Now, you know as well as I that none of these mishaps would have happened if I had not been sleep deprived. I would never do such silly, crazy things. You know me. So there. That's my story and I'm sticking to it--thank you very much.)
But I do hope I don't have any more sleepless nights in Little Rock.
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