Fragmenting Communication

At some point in the past 4 days, Kate suggested pedicures. I didn't remember the date or time. Nor did I remember responding. I checked my inboxes: gmail, facebook and text messages...nope. I checked my RSS feed-reader, chat archives, skype log, twitter updates...nope. I searched my facebook wall, my blog dashboards, my inbox [again.] Nothing. Then I started to feel a little crazy. Were we actually speaking face to face? I would have sworn I'd seen it written. What color was it? What typeface? Have I started "typing" verbal conversations in my head?

I never did find it. Ended up, after a disproportionately long mental debate about what medium to use, sending her an email...and really wondering about the quantity/quality balance of my own "connectedness."