My Ipad died...ok, not really died, but it has lost its connection to me...physically, emotionally and mentally...

First time in the history of our sweet relationship, it was disabled. Hmm...'disabled'...a word consists of 8 alphabets that truly affect our life, technologically. I was dumbfounded when saw this word popped up, reality diminished and darkness engulfed...I was unable to function 'professionally' in my work and to 'socialise' virtually on social network sites for that period.
I eat, drink, teach, read, mark, play football, sleep with my Ipad...it is my companion, well definitely second to my missus. The word 'disabled' has caused a temporary separation of my reality and my virtual reality.
Often we take things for granted...we believe that things will always be there for us...when it is omitted from our lives, that is when we truly value the importance...Ok, I don't want to sound like another Oprah Winfrey Show, but the fact is that we need to be constantly reminded of how precious things are to us, technologically, I meant.
I do know of a friend who drove back home (30 km, mind you) for his handphone that he left at home in his hurry to work in the morning. His explanation was simple, handphone is an extension of his limbs...
And for my Ipad, it sprung to life when i rebooted...the reason for the temporary separation? I keyed in the wrong passcode that I thought was right at that moment. One may surmise that I depended too much on Ipad...the fact is that it has been by my side for all these years...it is my companion through the good and bad times...it is an extension of my reality and the reality that lies beneath its screen.
Pardon me, I am cooking roasted chicken under the tutalage of Sir Jamie Oliver over the internet...and that is my reality....