I think so.  Dori, my Droid, is like an electronic appendage.  It’s on my desk when I’m at work.    It’s on my hip when I’m cooking dinner.  I sleep with it by my bed.  This from a girl who initially resisted the cell phone out of fear of black helicopters, government tracking and way too much access for everyone.  Yeah, I know, I’m a little paranoid but that just adds to my charm.  But ever since my husband talked me in to getting my first cell about 12 years ago I’ve been hopelessly addicted.  I’m one of those people who uses my family members’ upgrades so that I can get…