The battlefield was the kitchen.

The players included the kitchen floor, the butcher block, a topless travel mug full of 2 cups worth of chai and vanilla soy milk, breakfast and a cell phone. MY cell phone.

The cell phone found itself on the floor, in three pieces, with chai pouring into it as it bathed in the puddle that formed.

To the phone's credit, it still works. The only problem - no one can hear me when I speak. None of the info was lost - the final pictures of Kyrie are all still there - people can still call, I can see/hear everything just fine; callers just can't hear me.

I was already thinking of upgrading. I am thinking I will be doing that at some point this evening before 9 pm. If I can't get to it, the soonest it will be replaced is Thursday or Saturday. So don't be upset if you don't hear from me.