As luck would have it, the poor fella fell out of my purse after I dropped my mother off at the airport and my usual fix-it technique of throwing it back down didn't work. The ole fella is officially busted. I can still make calls and send texts letter-by-letter, but the inside screen won't power on, disabling most of the phone's features or making them extremely inconvenient.
So, today, entering my life is Droid 3. I don't mean to move on from my old relationship so fast, but I have the feeling this will very quickly be love. Especially once the custom cover I put together arrives.