My email inbox…..

Just when I think I’m making progress on my email inbox another ninety-or-so email come slipping down the internet chute. You’d think, as a medium, I’d only have to worry about the ghosts but no; it’s the email that clogs up loads of my time.

And I’m not saying a thing about the additional spam. It’s like those d**** spammers can read my mind or at least my correspondence so that they know what my email address is only to bombard me even further. My friend, David, who is quite knowledgeable on these things assures me that they can’t read my address line but I’m not so sure. You know what I mean. I’m sure you’ve noticed it too and wondered if these people were psychic.

My frustration reaches higher each time I see a message that needs assistance especially when I know that I only have a limited amount of time and probably won’t be able to get back to the person writing. After all, I’m a Southern Belle who thinks that manners are something all should have. But, alas (don’t you like that word? Sounds like something is afoot.) my manners seem to be sorely lacking occasionally (really more now) where this is concerned.

Not to gripe but I think I should get back to my email yet again so that I can cut it down to a manageable number under one hundred. Can you imagine that really makes me feel as if I’ve accomplished something? Sad, isn’t it?

Have a great weekend.

Da Juana

P. S. Maybe I should have read my