Cleared

My PDA is so cute. White, slick, and nestled in its brown suede home, it shines benevolently at me during the work day, letting me know when there are meetings to attend or phone calls to be made. It reminds me when I need to bring a dessert to a party. It provides my grandmother’s address when I’m mailing a last-minute greeting card. It houses oh-so-helpful electronic memos that are great for those scattered trips to Wal-Mart or packing lists (certainly a far cry from my previous “system” of scattered sticky notes). I love my PDA. My PDA loves me.

Today, though, the darn thing was rather insistent. Call the UK at 9am! Meetings at 12, 1:30, and 2! A writing deadline at 2! Alert screens with the nagging, flashing bell graphic came up far too often and I stabbed them away with the stylus.

But now, all is at peace. I only have to tie up some loose ends because the spate of meetings has passed and I am left with the most beautiful words in PDA existence:

No more appointments today.

Hello, weekend.