I have a very bad habit.
I use my Blackberry as a bedside alarm clock.When it goes off, I pick it up, turn it off.
And then I check my email.
Not cool, I know. When you wake up in the morning, you should be giving thanks for another day and plotting how you will take over the world--not checking to see if anyone has emailed you since the night before.
So, Sunday morning, my Blackberry buzzes. I roll over and pick it up. I can hear Tog in her room singing "Where Is Thumbkin" very softly.
Just one new message.
