Alas, phone

My phone was getting sketchy. I looked over the options. Pixel 4a was the last one to have both the eternal photo album and a headphone jack. I found one and ordered it. It arrived a little early, but I'd already reserved the next day for setting it up.

And lo, the very next day, I dropped my old phone in the bathtub. Belovedest dropped it in the rice bag at once, but it wasn't enough to keep the battery from turning the phone into a forbidden ravioli. It couldn't be recovered.

Fortunately, the backup was only 6 hours old, and I hadn't done anything of significance since. The most obnoxious part was getting all my library cards back into Libby.

So. Farewell, 3 Eldritch Cats in a Trenchcoat. Hello, 4 Eldritch Cats in a Trenchcoat.