Like everyone these days, we are dependent on our phones. We can't use them to make calls in Southwest Harbor since Verizon's cellular service doesn't cover that side of Mount Desert Island. This is not a problem until we want to make a restaurant reservation or connect with senior citizen relatives. Usually we're fine relying on texting and email. But, on the second day of our vacation, my phone decided to take its own vacation and stopped connecting to wifi, downgrading itself from mobile device to camera. It refused to recognize any wifi passwords, even when I'd type in the correct one a dozen times (it would keep on asking, see. And, yes, I counted).
My husband, whom I married for 24-7 tech support, did various reboots and reinstallations and I tried all kinds of settings changes, but the phone remained on strike. When we got home last night, it refused to recognize our home network. We have an appointment at the Apple Genius Bar this morning. Since something similar happened to it the last time I traveled any distance (Toronto, last fall), I am going to ask nicely for a replacement phone — one with a better work ethic. (I hope it will be an inspiration to me, since it looks like I'll be seriously broke after we move. I'm going to need a real job.)
I'm grateful that I still had a camera, at least. But with no wireless transfer, I can't get the photos onto my laptop to post here unless I send myself a zillion emails. So my Postcards from Maine will be arriving a little late.