Not About the Vegans

This could be about the vegans, but isn't. I'm saving that one up (which means it will either never show up or be here later today).

Today I'm reaping what I sow. I've been negligent about answering e-mails, posting blog entries, updating my site, doing any and all of those online electronic wave of the current duties. Oh, sure, I'm making some headway on seeing every piece of porn on the Internet but that's of little consequence.

I'm inspired now, as is often the case in the morning, and I'm hoping my eagerness will extend until at least early afternoon. I need to decorate the house, do some shopping, and do some reading and writing. Only some of those things require me to ride my bike.

But that's not the point.

So late last night I tackled my e-mail. I wrote to a number of people and when I went to bed I saw the benefit of blogging. If anyone bothered reading this (which some might if it were updated more frequently than monthly) I wouldn't have to send out so many individual e-mails all saying the exact same thing. The advantage to that, of course, is that I learn how to rephrase things. Always a good writing practice.

The reaping part comes to fruition now. It's not a big thing and is good for letting me laugh at myself, but after all my e-mailing last night I expected many replies. Of course, since I'd ignored answering them for up to a month, no one wrote back! It's humbling, and I can never get enough of that.

Here I am thinking everyone is all excited about getting Russell e-mail, as if their lives depend on, revolve around, or are somehow enhanced by me. Truth is, we all have many things to do. I'm sure I'll get responses later (and no doubt more punctual than mine), but I had to laugh at my disappointment.

In other news...the heater is rattling like elephants wrestling in sheet metal. I forsee much coldness in my future. I may attack it with a wrench and see if I can find anything to tighten.