It is the best of times. It is the worst of times.

I’m in the midst of a break up...with my cellphone. It’s not the first time either. Back when my son was a baby, and I still had a flip phone, he practiced his throwing skills on the poor thing one day. As a result I enjoyed a few blissfully unplugged weeks before I broke down and got another phone. On different occasions, when I was new to Dakota and living alone in a little trailer 15 miles…