James and I are having a chat on Facebook, and I’m hearing notification bings like crazy. And I like these bings, because it means I have Facebook love, but there’s nothing new in my inbox. So I’m thinking, is it my e-mail alert? It isn’t. My work e-mail alert? I don’t have a work e-mail alert. It’s driving me to the height of distraction. I have messages that I cannot check! I type to James, and I hear a bing–and then I see that both of our iPads are side-by-side on the coffee table, playing a little arpegio to our conversation. I can send a note now. There.
I am such a dog, dearies, to the iPavlov.
(Originally posted May 2, 2017)