Sunday or Not Sunday...That is the question

I've posted here before, my belief that, upon retirement, there are only two days of the week. Sunday and "Not Sunday".

Well! Gonna have to rethink that one aren't we now, Buckwheat?

So, the saga begins a couple of weeks ago.  Mrs J are out to eat at a local Burger Joint, Porky's  (Go early before the rush) and her phone buzzes indicating a text message.  She answers it and asks me "What do you think?"

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All the male readers know that this indicates what will be a very dangerous next couple of minutes.  Saying nothing is deadly.  As is saying "Nothing".  Almost as bad is "About what?"  After feverishly reviewing the data stored on my short term memory and finding no data whatsoever,  I said a quick prayer for mercy and asked "About what?"

She looks at me, puzzled and says "About MBD's text".  I grab my phone out of its holster and look at the text icon.  Nothing.

I report that to her.

Being the ex-AT&T employee, she grabs my phone for inspection as clearly I am not competent in cellular operations to receive a text message.

She hands it back and says "See?  You don't have cellular service."

All the male readers will also realize that last is not her complete statement and that it was, immediately be followed by:

"What did you do?"

Again, "Nothing" is not an acceptable answer.

So....

"My dear, I rerouted the power conduits, reversing the polarity of the beam so that I could receive phone calls from Pluto."

Thankfully, the burgers were delivered to the table at that moment.

And the signal from my brain to my vocal cords ordering the release of that statement was interrupted.

Later when the conversation resumed, I had cleverly composed a more strategically viable response.

"Dear, since you have a signal and are sitting directly across from me and I have no signal, I think something is wrong with my phone.  We can take it by the store and have them check it out."

Which we did.

As the guy was looking at it, he popped out the SIM card and noted a piece of something in there.  Cleaned it off and Voila'.  It worked.

Happy now, we headed back to Rancho Juvat, where immediately upon arrival said phone dropped its cellular connection.

Thinking I've got something major going on, I plug it into my Computer and back up the device.

Always an important step.

However, as soon as the backup is complete and I disconnect it from the computer, the cellular connection returns.

And works until the day before yesterday. AKA not Sunday.

So, ever optimistic, as I go to bed, I plug the phone into the computer to communicate with the mother ship or whatever so that it will work the next day.  I dig my old watch, a Timex which doesn't require communication with anything but its battery to function, out and put it next to the bed with the alarm set.

Besides the alarm time, its got three settings, Daily, Weekends, and Off.  I set it to Weekends.

Prepped now for the early arrival of "Sunday", I drift off into the arms of Morpheus, soundly, like the dead.

Now, I have used this alarm before and gotten used to it in the "Not Sunday", "Sunday" routine.  The first day, on "Weekend" setting is "Not Sunday".  When it goes off, turn it off and turn over.  The second day, Turn on the light...

Well, when it sounded, much like the hammers of hell, I rolled over, thought "first day, therefore, not Sunday" turned it off and turned over.

Sometime thereafter, light is starting to wend its way through the curtains, and Mrs J wakes up and asks me if I had set the alarm.  I said "Why?  It's "Not Sunday""

So...I'm revising my weekly calendar.  There are now 3 days every week.  "Not Sunday", "Sunday" and "Almost Sunday".

By the way, if anybody is experiencing the same symptoms with their phone as I had, take it by the store and have them try a new SIM card.  That brought it back to life yesterday.  If it dies again, it's "Sayonara, Sucker!" and I'll have to get a new phone.

I'm thinking I may finally be old enough now for a Jitterbug Flip Phone.

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Earlier, last week Sarge stated that one of our missions here is to "remember".  30 years ago this Friday, an event occurred that I will always remember.  If you would stop by here and maybe say a prayer, I would appreciate it.