Friday evening brought me in contact with a very nice policeman because I bumped a car in front of me.  Saturday culminated my struggle with the new cell phone. I just gave up on it.  Sunday I agonized over both situations. Monday I called the court to determine my fate and told the phone store I was returning the phone, which I did.  I’m out from under the phone and $90 lighter, but it was worth it to finally take a breath without a shudder in it.  Sometimes you wonder how you can get so distracted that you have accidents and make stinking decisions.  I guess every once in a while God reminds you that fenceposts can be brighter than old broads sometimes.