Taking stuff for granted

So I'm walking, though the streets of North London, on my way to work this morning, chatting on the phone with my biz partner who's in a factory somewhere in northern China. He got there via Hong Kong and San Fransisco. Meanwhile I carry on in my day job sorting out the occasional fire in between meetings but mainly leaving things to our four valiant, part-time employees, two of whom work from their homes in France. And never once does it occur to me how extraordinary this is.