I got caller ID at home a few weeks ago. I know, I'm such a gadget geek you would think I would have gotten it a long time ago. Not so. It was an expense I could live without. I only have it now at home because it came free with my latest phone company switch. (You don't have to convince me of its usefullness in business. I took a call today from a salesman who began by asking me if I reported to so-n-so - who actually reports to me. It went downhill from there and included an attempt to mock me for not knowing his obscure company with no introduction.... but I digress.)

I thought I'd like having it at home since it really annoys me when someone calls and then doesn't leave a message. Sarah can attest to that. I've called her several times just to ask if she called me. She'll be happy to hear that won't be happening anymore. Now I have a little box that tells me - if it can - who just pinged my house. This is nice.

What I hadn't anticipated was how depressing it would be to come home and find that no one has even bothered to try to call me in two days. Apparently all my friends have been trained to call my cell phone or send me e-mail. I must be doing something right.

Books: mmmm... changing point of view - again.