Cell Uncertainty

Modern Technology has provided us with many electronic gizmos to help make life "easier". None more ubiquitous as the wireless cell phone. Most people have at least one and many of us have ditched the land line altogether. It definitely cuts down the number of "junk" calls (although I notice my creditors seem to have no problem finding it) and it's handy and convenient. Still, for me, it is not without certain drawbacks. Like if I have pants that don't contain a phone pocket and I stash it in the regular chamber I'm in danger of making a "Pocket Call" when I walk around. Or if I park it in my back pack which contains all my valuable and invaluable Roger & Roy Show Preparation Stuff, I'll forget to take it out and it ends up hidden in my Computer Room or elsewhere in the house, muffled. Or I'll leave it in the car. Some mornings I can't find it at all, which is my latest conundrum. Last week I was going about my usual early morning routine before waking the rooster and heading to the studios when I couldn't find my phone. I checked all the usual suspect places several times over and came up with nothing. Then I had a great idea: I'd just call my cell phone from another phone and trace the ring. Except, of course, I didn't have another cell or another land line to call my phone and it was too early to go knocking on doors. So I left the house unarmed, phone free. It was a personal and professional struggle, but I made it to afternoon without it, and then, when I got home, I had a friend keep calling my number over and over until I answered. It took several attempts, but I finally I traced the source to between the cushions of my couch. Actually, stuck in the no man's land beneath the recliner portion of the sofa. Now reunited, I swore I'd never sit and recline with my cell in my pocket ever again. This morning I heard the cell phone alarm (I use a regular alarm clock -minimum two snooze delays - and the cell as a back up in another room) and it sounded a bit muffled. Now if I had any sense, I woulda sat up bolt right in bed and run to the source of the suspicious sound. But, since I don't really have that much sense - especially at that time of day, I nodded off again. And, naturally, when it came time to leave I couldn't track down the cell phone. I heard it earlier, so I knew it was there. But-where? Yup. Beneath the recliner cushion again. I think it's crawling up there all by itself late at night. Maybe there's a nest of them there. Hope so. That way when they mature I'll be able to have a spare phone to call my main phone when I've lost misplaced it. Unless I lose that, too.