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.

Then again, I’m really not one of the cool kids, so I’ll just get back to email and twitter now, throw on an episode of Battlestar Galactica on Hulu and grab a whip-whip-frap-frap.