Tiniest in-box ever

Let's savor this moment.

I've just whittled my in-box down to four little messages, and only one of them is really out-dated (from almost a year ago).

We're at a critical point here, people. Faculty are already starting to trickle back. I see them wandering around in the 98-degree heat, with their wrinkled shorts and pale legs. Last night I went to my neighborhood bar and encountered a few dining al fresco.

Very soon, probably Monday, they will resume their clamoring--requests for web sites or media coverage, color printers, whatever strokes the ego. The students will return the week after that.

This afternoon, I'm going to sit and enjoy the silence of my in-box.