Without my iPhone
Even with an Otter Box external battery, I was replete of power in what felt like minutes after being fully charged. I felt lost, disconnected, discombobulated, and a few other dis-words that haven't even been invented yet.
Google search: iPhone 5 battery doesn't hold charge.
Sure enough, an Apple page showed up at the top of the search results with a box to insert my device's serial number to find out if I am eligible for the replacement program. Success!
In the heat of southwestern Ontario with time on my hands, I've made an appointment at an Apple Store and will see about getting this fixed.
It makes me think about how dependent I have become on this small piece of technology. It answers my questions, keeps me updated, and even tells me where to go and how to get there. I'm wondering how our forefathers drove around in unfamiliar communities without losing their minds? I have vague memories of my mom holding up a map and giving Dad confusing instructions, the tension building with each friendly suggestion offered.
I used Google maps to get from Guelph to Waterloo this morning. The challenge was that I am driving a rental car, one of those newer Ford Escapes. I couldn't get the voice instructions to work for some reason. It was like that information was being sucked into the car and swallowed. Sadly, and ever-so-inappropriately, I had to visually reference the device to manage the circuitous route it was suggesting. Thank goodness that traffic was light and glancing down at my iPhone didn't lead to an accident. Magically, I got exactly where I needed to go. Take away my iPhone and there is no way that I would find my way back.