This morning, my iPhone woke me up.
I used it to listen to a podcast on the way to work, and then to take notes during a meeting.
When I got home, I spent the afternoon typing away at my thesis on my MacBook Pro.
I listened to The Long Winters on my iPhone while I drove to my mom’s house.
I spent the evening reading on my iPad before dinner.
I was discussing the iPhone 4S with my mom’s boyfriend when I got a voicemail from my grandmother telling me the news.
Rest in peace, Steve. And thanks.