Now and again it will be convenient to have a mobile phone, I suspect. I doubt very much whether I'll be doing much thumb-typing. There is a nice little $3 app that permits me to aim the device at the night sky and see what star, planet or constellation I'm looking at. (It would have been gratifying to have this a month ago on a clear night in Sonoma when I pointed out the "Big Dipper" to the spousette and she vehemently maintained that this was in fact Ursa Minor. Well, I was an astronomy-obsessed child back when she was cantering around the school playground pretending to be a fucking horse, and I know from the goddamn Big Dipper.)
I'm abstractly impressed with the fact that I can hold in my hand a device considerably more powerful and out-of-the-box more functional than the behemothiacs that represented the state of the art when I was born in 1952, but I'm inclined to think that I will not warm to this piece of kit the way I did to the Mac (to which I brought not merely indifference but outright loathing for Apple Computer after two unhappy years using an Apple ][+), which was love at first hands-on encounter and since that time a comfortable long-term marriage. I see this one more as a business arrangement.
cordially,