I left my palm pilot in Kinderhook by accident. It occurs to be that I may as well have left my left arm at home too, because it might be less useful then my palm is. My palm is my planner. My palm has essential phone numbers (like my clients' numbers and opposing counsel's number.) My palm has my commuting reading materials. My bus pass is in my palm case. My palm is even my back up alarm clock.

This is a big enough issue in my world that I begged my father to mail it to me (which he is, thank god.) I know this is sad, but you know something? I love my little palm. I have been more organized because of it, and I am less forgetful because of it. So :-P. Mock my geekiness. It's ok, I know I am a geek.