I'm pretty sure that, should my phone be somehow situated on the far side of the Moon, and myself at the bottom of some deep well or cave here on Earth, I'm pretty sure that I'd still manage to get to it before it could woohoo a third time.
So taking a nap, with my phone not even two feet from my side?
No problem at all. I could do that in my sleep. And I often do.
The strange thing is, my phone checks for new email every 20 minutes. This is hard-wired at the factory or something. I have certainly been unable to figure out how to change that setting.
So how, I wonder, how does it sometimes manage to announce a half-dozen emails in the space of 15 minutes?
It's a mystery, I tell you.
Eventually, of course, I gave up on my nap. Too many woohoos. Too many occasions to pry open my eyes and fumble a one-thumbed reply. Too many protests from my cat Nugget, wondering no doubt why he once again picked my left shoulder on which to sleep.
I'm not complaining. The emails are coming from her, after all.
But as soon as I arose from my couch, as soon as I cleared the fog from my head, the emails stopped. The woohoos stopped.
Okay, so maybe I'm complaining just a little.