I have a big, brick-like  Otter Box in which I keep my sleek iphone. I have talked about it before. This morning one reason I invested in it and its devilishly good-looks made itself apparent. I was drinking  something with ice in it and I got more ice, carried it in my own little hand, and let it slip into the glass, replenishing the source of coolness to my morning caffeine cure. Only, when it slipped into the glass, one curvy little piece, which can’t really be called a cube – did not go into the glass and I did not see it land elsewhere. I was in the dark, and although the ice was thick, I was soon going to be on the thin kind. (Am I driving you up the wall yet with my inane remarks this morning? Never mind. I don’t want to know.)

I left the room and came back; I saw a pool of melting ice water on my phone; I conquered my fear because said phone was in it’s Otter Box. And, on a humble note to the powers that be . . .  Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.