So much for the life of the phone.
Spent all day wandering around my recently partly remodeled bedroom, trying to figure out where the heck I left my cellphone. Still stuff to install, so it's still chaos. That's why I put off moving anything in here for the past few years.
Dug through the boxes I'd put stuff in so it'd be out of the way while I was moving furniture and whatnot. No luck. Even grabbed the cordless from the livingroom, dialed my cell, just to see if it'd ring and I could find it that way. No ring.
And then I thought about the fact I'd gotten motivated today ... and did laundry. Left jeans pocket. It had finished the spin-dry cycle. I gather machine washing a cellphone is a Bad Thing.
So I just got to do another websearch. Apparently, if I let it dry out for a few days, it might start working again. And it might not.
I hate these tiny, new phones you crazy young people have these days. My next phone will be cheaper, and bigger. (sigh)