It had gotten to the point where my iPhone 3 would no longer return to the main screen from each separate function.  I'd waited long enough, and finally iPhone 5 came.  The monkey mind had even looked forward to it.  No, come to find out, turning it on was not an awesome experience of 2001 A Space Odyssey, the black tablet, the strange rectangle in space one could enter other realms through...  In fact, as the set up might have clearly warned, I, bearer of said monkey mind always thinking about something, find myself disappointed somehow.  Oh, don't get me wrong, it's sleek and everything, and it works, and the screen for perusing the New York Times web page is certainly sharper, quicker, and far more easily manipulated.

Hmm.  Well, maybe it's some problem with being new to iCloud.  Go and download some software updates.  Synch new phone in meantime.

At least I was up at a reasonable hour, and so did a decent yoga routine.  That is good.

In the meanwhile, the same stream of thoughts come through.  The same need to meditate, to acknowledge the brief open spaces between the thoughts, allowing room, room for some other way of thinking that is calmer.

Yes, technology...

It took turning it off, and then, and only then did it join with the LTE network.  The earplugs work, the music works again.  I just need a case for it.

So, it turns out to be a fine device after all.  Now, to get used to the protective case.

Long anticipation, joy, followed by let-down, followed by an appreciation based on realism...  Yes, follow the Middle Path, as Buddha said.  Neither starve yourself, nor be a glutton.