The Little Things
I haven’t been feeling well lately, and as a result I’ve been bad about a few things… mostly “keeping up”. I mean I suppose it isn’t so bad, but things have been better. I haven’t stopped showering or eating at least. But one thing that totally slipped my mind for weeks, I was just reminded of tonight; I haven’t been updating my Android mobile apps! Insanity.
When I first got my phone… which I now realize I haven’t mentioned here. I’m now an Android user, an HTC EVO 4G user to be exact, been one for a few months now. Anyway, initially I was pretty good about checking for updates every few days, then kinda settled into a weekly routine. But for some reason I kinda just stopped. Totally slipped my mind. It’s harder to keep on top of because it’s so… well it’s a bit of a “hassle”. Updating my iPod and iPad are a cinch since I check for app updates when I refresh my podcast feeds, which is definitely a daily routine that won’t ever fall by the wayside. I’m updating and syncing via iTunes all the time.
Anyway, finally updated my Android and found 13 app updates queued up for me and best of all, 13 lovely little change logs to read through. Reading through those logs is one of my favorite things in all the Universe. It tickles my geeky center. I felt all warm and fuzzy. But then there’s also the actual demoing of the feature changes. I’m performing one now, I’m giving this “new” Tumblr app a run through. And earlier I was checking out the way Google+ handles +mentions; They actually work now! Whole lotta apps, whole lotta changes. Feeling happy, as stupid as that may seem, but isn’t it always the little things?
For the past few days now I’ve made a routine out of snacking on two pieces of toast slathered with my sister’s homemade cherry jam. I actually look forward to it, it makes me feel so good. It has this quality, the entire experience (toasting the bread; spreading the jam; eating it), of taking me back some place… Like I’m in a memory, but I can’t recall what it is. But it’s an old place and it’s a happy place… but it’s just jam on toast. It’s little, and yet it’s… well, not.
Strange days.
