Undigging

We took a trip, and I thought I did a pretty good job setting myself up for an easy landing when I returned. I’d just stroll back into my life — work and home — as if I paused in the middle of a sentence.

Except that is never what happens when you take a trip. You come back to a mound of emails that were comprehensible when you first read them while away, but now you’ve forgotten the context when you go to respond. And you have a nagging suspicion that things are falling through the cracks.

So I’m undigging. And I’ll be back in a day or two with stories.