Day 307. No Words

He was already there.  When I walked in, he was checking his email.  At least that’s what I presumed he was doing.  He had his Blackberry in his hand.  At least it looked like a Blackberry.  He was scrolling.  And staring at it.  Engrossed, actually.

Hardly unusual these days.  Do you ever see anyone without a device of some kind, in their hands?  I don’t. We text in meetings.  We check emails in restaurants.  We walk down the street talking on the phone.  God help us, we even do it while we’re driving.

So I wasn’t the least bit surprised when he never looked up.  Not even for a minute.  Frankly, I’m not sure he was