It’s Sunday morning. I’m back in Vancouver, got back on Friday night. I’m emailing madly. Scheduling madly. Filling up my calendar from now till next vacation (when is that?). Organization is slowly coming back. Hoping that after yoga today I will feel stretched and re-energized oh I’m so looking forward to it.
I’m amused by the amount of responses I’m getting as I fire emails off. Usually the inbox stays quite empty over the weekend. People are out doing other things, not working. Not last night. Not this morning. Half the people I am contacted are sitting somewhere just like me. Reading, processing, responding to their emails. It is comforting. But is this what we do on a Sunday morning? Quite different from my childhood. Much more empty and disjointed.