Over the past month, more than one academic friend has remarked on the never-gets-old thrill of opening her work email during the summer only to discover--nothing! No messages!! At all!!!
And, sure. That's a delightful thing. On the other hand, there are still messages one might hope or expect to find in one's work email, even during the summer. And opening up the account only to find nothing there is dispiriting. At least during the semester one can always count on something new being there, and usually a something involving capital letters and question marks and the typographic equivalent of frantic hand waving.
Even exasperating and distracting missives are, well, distracting.
What am I supposed to do, here: work?