My phone rang earlier. It was a confirmation call for an upcoming appointment; and in my haste to right down the necessary information, I grabbed, of all things, the discarded wrapper from my tea bag.
Beside me on either end, above me, and I’m pretty sure on the floor by my chair were no less that 9 appropriate forms of recording this information; my phone’s memo app being one of them.
So why did I grab for the nearest piece of scrap paper instead of the nicely bound, pretty, decorated memo pads, and electronic devices? Continue reading