itesser ink: progress, uncensored

My mom got a new iPhone for christmas, and kindly sent me her old 1st gen to use as a Touch.

In the past ten minutes alone it has made my life better by providing a flashlight so I didn't trip over Reagan's slippers while he was sleeping, and then made my life much MUCH better by introducing me to the possibilities of silent, handheld blogging.

You see, it's around 26 degrees F outside, and the basement where my computer is has an uninsulated sliding glass door, and I leave the thermostat (one floor above) set at 60 (I'm paranoid about really high heating bills, unprecedented due to spending my first 25 years in temperate climes). My eyeballs get cold down there.

Up here, however, our bedroom is the warmest spot in the house. I'm curled nicely under blankets, benefiting from my husbands body heat, and noiselessly returning to a beloved pasttime.

Oh, the joys of an iPhone. If only it could act as a remote for my 'lectric blanket...