How is it possible that a month’s worth of email could pile up in just two days? I left for Dallas on Thursday to watch my eldest daughter play in the State All Star Volleyball Game (Notice the all-caps. It was very, very prestigious. Her mom said so) and I kept up with my email via my Palm Smartphone, answering those that needed answers and weeding out the NRN’s (No Response Needed), like the good little fan of GTD that I am.
While my kid played her little heart out leading her team to victory as starting setter, sweeping the opposition and, I must mention, earning the title of ALL-STATE ALL-STAR MVP (and Texas is a Big ‘Ol State, right?) my little inbox grew fat. More than 100 emails that demanded my attention this fine Monday – the start of Spring Break, I add bitterly. No beach for me. No shrimporee, beer bong, wet t-shirt contest festivities. Nope. I need to sit and cull more email and answer questions like a pasty cube dweller, rather than the awesome work-at-home netrepreneur that I really am.