I hates a move
Never have like moving, its always a drag.
In this instance, its into a new phone. Yeah, we have lots of baggage in these little pieces of plastic silica and lithium matrixes. N’er woulda thunk it possible in 1986, or 1992 for that matter. Even though I was the first of my friends to readily jump on the cell bandwagon back in the late 90s, even then I’d of never thought how much of our lives can revolve around and IN these ubiquitous and often obnoxious lumps.
Last ‘lump’ was 2 1/2 years old; memory issues started fouling the nest, and crashes were becoming a daily event. This one has 32 gigs of mem, and I swapped over my 64 gig card with all the pics and files. Should be good to go for awhile yet. Happily, there was a swap app and I was able to move in with only a couple of “Gawddammit”‘s. Have no clue how much of that stuff was also sent to DHS or NSA, and really doesn’t matter, they likely already had copies of ut anyhow, since I have been that obnoxious extremist white supremacist male conservative they so despise the last few years. (And how they can fit extremist and Conservative into ONE description really shows how whacked the whole issue is,,,)
One thing I have yetto figure out is how to recover my bookmarks in Brave. So my daily reads are one day behind right now. I’ll catch up soonest and gt back up here with sumpin.
Talk atcha laters