I sat down at my computer at about 6:45 am this morning to write, and I have been writing. I managed to clear much of the backlog of messages in my e-mail in-box. I’m down from 76 messages to 18. Apparently I could do nothing else with my time besides respond to e-mail and have an allegedly-fulfilling life. Yikes.
It’s raining heavily here today, and the maintenance department is adding to the wetness by powerwashing the sides of the building where I live. Hard, wet work, really, and not easy. I haven’t yet gone out for coffee, though I should do that soon. I feel a need for speed soon, and if I don’t get out of the house at all today I’ll be unhappy.
Heard from again last night — he left two messages on my answering machine, and an e-mail. It’s hard to get in touch with someone on the other side of the Atlantic. He’s not having a good time at Iona, it seems. “sleeping Christians”, he calls them.
OK… I think it’s time for a shower, and coffee, and collecting mail from the post office, followed by a return to writing.
