I noticed in a newspaper article today that there are now around 800,000 apps.
I have, maybe, one dozen. (I’m too lazy to take out my phone and count!)
I am not worried about having so few, because I’m certain that 99% are not for me and a large number are completely worthless to all but a few. I do not feel left out or inadequate, merely interested by the information imparted by a single number.
It’s sorta like my interest in insects or bacteria or viruses or any other “thing” that is counted in big numbers. I know that there are countless species and even more-countless example of many species, but give this little thought. The universe might have no end. And, if it has an end, that point is too far for my to comprehend.
I am only happy that the ever-faster proliferating apps are less bothersome than insects, viruses, or bacteria.
Prior to writing novels, the author enjoyed a multifaceted career: from decorated combat aviator to advertising professional to global communications director of a major consumer brand. He has traveled the world and met sports, film and television stars, political leaders, and royalty. He graduated from Middlebury College, is married, lives in Germany, and has two grown children.