Last night was a bit of a shocker and it’s been a total distraction for days. I’m having a hard time focusing on email and insight right now, as I’m sure lots of other people are.
All I can do today is share a picture of Grover… who is very happy after he stole my seat on the couch. And so comfortable I don’t have the heart to move him.
We’re 10 days out from Christmas, 9 days out from the end of binge-shopping-season (and 11 days out from return season). Unlike previous years, I haven’t heard of any significant delivery challenges. Most of what I’m hearing is the normal day-to-day stuff. There’s a little more of it, but nothing like in years past where ISPs melted down or giant companies got SBLed.
This is all good! This is progress and is great for senders.
Things here, and I’m pretty sure many other places are slowing down. We’re looking forward to next year, to new projects and clients, to new challenges and changes.
Blogging will probably be slow from now through the end of the year. I have stuff to talk about, but the issues are complex and I’m working on the best way to write about them. And I’m coming to the decision that writing might not be the best for certain posts.
I got my first email address in the very late 80s. I was an intern at a government agency. I learned a lot there: how to sequence DNA, how to handle radioactive material, how to handle human pathogens, and how to send email. I got my first non-work non-school address in the mid-90s. One of the first things I did was join some mailing lists.
One of them was a list for folks who had pet rabbits. I met a lot of people there, both online and in person. As with many people we meet through a shared interest as our interest wanes the relationships change. Some relationships were maintained, but some of us lost touch with one another. Moves, job changes, email address changes, they all affect our ability to maintain relationships online. I kept in touch with some, one was the maid of honor at my wedding and a few years ago I was the maid of honor at hers. I lost track of others.