He pushed his chair back, grabbed his jacket, and went outside. The first fat raindrop landed on his nose. As he fumbled with the clothespins, he thought maybe—just maybe—the new X-Sense wasn't just a gadget. It was a reminder. A reminder that the world still turned, the wind still blew, and the laundry still needed to be brought in before the rain.
He wasn't a tech person. Ellen had been the tech person. She would have delighted in the crisp, color display of the X-Sense XS-WS1, with its seven weather icons and the "Feels Like" temperature. She would have already synced it to her phone. Arthur just wanted to know if he needed a jacket to check the mail. x-sense weather station manual
Arthur laughed—a cracked, surprised sound. He looked from the phone to the glossy manual, still open to a page titled "Understanding the Wireless Protocol." He pushed his chair back, grabbed his jacket,