This is a TOTAL CHEAT. Spin this week is whatever we want it to be. So, I'm spinning, along with Sprite's Keeper...
Is anyone else a fanatical cleaner of their e-mail Inbox? I appear to have skipped clean over "Conscientious" and "Neurotic," and jumped right to the level of "Psychotic" when it comes to my mail.
Beside the fact that I check e-mail compulsively, and possibly snail-mail as well, though I am certainly not telling YOU, I have a tendency to read, react, and file. As though if I left a couple items there for a few days some world-wide crisis would be precipitated.
I love getting mail. Any kind. I don't generally reply to comments on the blog by logging in and commenting myself, I'd much rather initiate a conversation by e-mail, all of which also gets filed in the appropriate folder. I have a folder for this blog, one for Zombie News Network, one for Blogland Lane, one for our upcoming trip to Vero Beach (not until the end of April, but you never know when the planning e-mails will start flying fast and furiously), and one for nearly every other project or venture I am involved in.
Occasionally, my teaching partner would ask me about something I had sent her.
"It should be in your Inbox, or at least your Deleted Items!" I'd call, but then I'd look at her Inbox. There might be thirty pages of messages, a hundred or so of them unread because they were unimportant, and, it takes a true OCD freak like me to understand this, I would begin cleaning up her Inbox for her...making folders, deleting junk. I don't know why. In a week, it was going to be back to the same state.
Sometimes there are files on Husband Styro's terrabyte hard drive that I need, so I'll open his e-mail to send it to myself. Then I shudder, and try hard to walk away. He hates it when I "clean up" his stuff. My cleaning usually involves a recycle bin, either physical or electronic.
The amateur therapist in me thinks this is an effort to impose order on some small corner of my world. Whatever. I take whatever small accomplishment I can get my hands on. Some days it's all I get done.
*If you are feeling a little randy, check out my latest post on Unfocused. I'm channeling Maude Lebowski.
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