I know that I’m guilty of the phenomenon Linda Stone describes at O’Reilly Radar. Heidi is particularly tolerant of me checking email while we’re eating or working while we’re watching TV “together.” It’s annoying for her, and really I don’t blame her.

However, I’m glad that I haven’t taken it this far:

Last week, a high school sophomore told me that she brings her phone into the shower with her–in a Ziploc bag. She didn’t want to miss an incoming text message. When I asked her if, in her sleep, she had missed life-altering messages, she looked at me blankly.

That’s a bit much, even for me. And I use my cell phone as my alarm clock.

Update: Link fixed! sorry!