My cell squawks in the garbled semi-musical tone that indicates a message has arrived.
Is someone sending me love, in the generic sense of the term? Just like most people, unexpected attention and kind words never fail to make me smile.
Because being thought of, enquired about and communicated with is always nice.
This time, the message was indeed love, of sorts. Commercial love - a store was advising my pocket of its 20% off campaign during the weekend.
Between them and the local airline regularly getting in touch via text messages to show me how much they value my existence, I feel some pretty solid bonds developing.
However, today's message didn't quite top my bank's sudden and unexpected textual outburst of TLC on my birthday last year.
Island life does that to you: mundane trivia becomes terribly exciting, to the point that even robotic communication can brighten up one's day.
Next thing you know, I could soon be sifting through my spam folder with gusto...