Ho, ho, ho

In a similar coincidence that led to Blaise and I losing our wedding rings in the same week after five years, we both had device accidents on Friday. I dropped and fritzed my phone, and he dropped and fritzed his iPod. Fortunately there was a happy outcome. I got an iPhone for Christmas, and he inherited the iPod Touch (which had been, in my hands, the untouch). The third Ho is for Anselm, who inherited my old phone and is halfway through taking it, joyously, apart.