My hunt for a new cell phone begins tonight.

I blame it on my hoodie sweatshirt. It's the kind with a zipper down the front, from neck to waist, and the pockets aren't big enough.

Last weekend, I was wearing the hoodie as a jacket over my dress shirt. I had my cell phone in the righthand pocket. When I went to the restroom, I reached under my hoodie and -- bloop! -- out accidentally pops my phone and -- bang! slash! -- off the edge of the toilet bowl and in. He shoots, he scores!

Six months ago, I broke my watch. Last week, I got it fixed. It felt like a phantom limb regenerating when I returned it to my wrist for the first time. 

While I was on vacation, I broke my watch.