January 18, 2002
Saint John, New Brunswick, Canada
2:32pm What a beautiful day outside-- fluffy white snow on the ground and blue sky.
If you are on my email list, please don't email me saying you want off the list. It is too late for that. The email list is a road-side wreck on the information highway. The problem will be sorted out soon enough, and life will go back to normal. It wasn't a virus. The relpy address on an email I sent to my mailing list was the address for the entire list, so all 700+ people on the list were getting the replys that were only for me. It wasn't set up that way, something just happened and the reply address got switched. The whole thing just snowballed. Sorry for the inconvenience. If you think you got a lot of email cuz of this... I likely got more-- over 300, and calls from as far away as London, England.
We live in strange and dangerous times. Troubles we didn't directly cause are going to effect us in ways we didn't expect. We are all part of this web of life whether we like it or not. Today it was just email. Tomorrow the rain might be toxic... and the whole planet turn to hell.
Too much stress. I gotta stay positive and learn from this... or else I'll just feel like crawling into bed and not getting out for a long time.
I'm going for a swing on the hill top. Walking the tight rope will also helpful to clear my head. When on the rope, if my mind strays from being in the present, I fall off. And the longer I stay on... in balance... the better I feel about myself. I'll take some pictures and share them with you.