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TheLittleGuy is 2! And I have so many half-written blog entries for various month-birthdays littering hard drives around the house. But 2 seems like a milestone we should mark, so let’s see if I can get this posted before he’s, say, 2 and a half!
TLG is doing well. Jabbering away (at least when it’s just the 3 of us; he tends to clam up around just about anyone else). His most recent favorite thing is puzzles.
 TLG working on Bear Puzzle We have several for him of varying types and difficulties. Personally, I hope this is an interest that persists. Puzzles can be arbitrarily challenging and complex, so he’s got a lot of work cut out for him. I don’t care for puzzles, myself. But TLG’s dad likes puzzles and my mom likes puzzles, so he comes by this interest naturally. Other favorite things include balls and sticker books. We have mostly successfully avoided much mass market character indoctrination (Thomas, Dora, Elmo, etc.) though I suspect the next 12 months are when the rubber will hit the road for that sort of thing. He is also a huge fan of the iPhone/iPodTouch and we have found several toddler apps that are great. He also enjoys using several grown-up apps like the photo album and Doodle Buddy. It’s pretty much the only dreaded “screen time” he gets (we still don’t have a tv as far as he knows), so we only feel sliiightly guilty and we try not to use as a pacification device (very often).
 TLG with iPod on his Second Birthday He’s doing well at his new (been there a couple months now) school – they get a lot of outside time, which I like. We still do what we can to limit the number of hours he’s in care, but given all the outdoor playtime, we’ve been rethinking that a little bit. Beats being cooped up in our little house on nice days.
My major worry for him (apart from the whole destruction of the planet thing we seem to be working on) is still his allergies – I feel like we still haven’t got all that sorted out yet. And his patterns of dramatic congestion and ear infections means we’re likely heading toward ear tubes this summer. Sigh. Still, he’s generally a happy-seeming kid, albeit reserved and watchful in new situations.
 TLG on Riding Toy (Camera+ filter applied)
 Splish-Splash From my perspective, year 2 was marginally easier than year 1 and I don’t feel quite as relieved to get to the 24-month mark as I did when he turned 1. He is clearly related to both me and TheGuy and in that sense it’s been relatively easy to integrate him as we continue the transition from a 2- to a 3-person household. I mean in the sense of integrating another person with his own unique personality, not the infant- and toddler-care aspects (which are for the most part temporary logistical challenges.) There was no guarantee of that, of course. We might have had an extroverted fashionista! We find him charming and funny. I constantly find myself in the classic parenting paradox of really looking forward to the ‘break’ after the weekend or when he goes to sleep at night so I can, uhhh, work and maybe sleep, but also missing him terribly when he’s not around.
 Goofing with Dad TLG is a huge fan of his Dad’s and they are very well-attached. For Father’s Day this year I commissioned a custom board book from a friend of mine who makes custom board books and fabric books–Hullabaloo Stories. It came out nicely – the pages can be seen here.
 Back Cover of TheGuy's Father's Day book
The Nationals had a short rain delay tonight due to a short but powerful thunderboomer over the Park. TheGuy was out running errands in the car when this happened and heard a bit of the rain delay radio banter (which is always fun to listen to.) Tonight’s game is an Interleague game and the radio guys were apparently taking calls about the problems with interleague play. There are 16 teams in the National League and 14 teams in the American League. If you pay much attention to baseball at all, you immediately recognize that this doesn’t make sense.
Baseball is a carefully-constructed game of symmetry and balance. The schedules each season are designed to be as balanced and symmetrical as possible as well. But two leagues of differing sizes and interleague play? It totally screws up the balance. And this is completely a baseball decision – they could declare that a team from the NL move to the AL. The debate is about which team, of course. But apparently when the Diamondbacks were added, they were inexplicably and unsymmetrically put in the National League. TheGuy told me consensus on the program was that perhaps a new commissioner could right this dreadful wrong.
But in thinking about this it just struck me that this demonstrates the sheer intractability of our political and planetary challenges. If even baseball, a game designed to be as symmetrical, balanced, and thoughtful as possible, if even baseball can’t address this minor imbalance that presents an obvious management solution without years of jibber-jabber, what hope the rest of us?
No hope for baseball, no hope for America.
Or Earth.
I know, I know I said I would try to blog more. Fail! And I’m really really missing it – many things I’ve wanted to spend more than 140 characters writing about lately – but no time and no energy. Sigh. Hope to post soon about TLG turning 2, though!
The oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico is distressing me as much if not more than Katrina did. I just… there really aren’t sufficient words for so many things that have gone and continue to go wrong and what a possibly world-changing disaster it could turn into. Like the Rude Pundit, I also wonder why BP gets to claim it’s in charge of the Gulf and why the United States lets them get away with it:
The Rude Pundit can’t get his mind around the fact that the well is still pouring out oil a month later. He can’t grasp how BP executives haven’t been arrested for, at the minimum, criminal negligence, if not manslaughter, and the well blown up and sealed. He can’t understand why BP is even involved in any decision-making here, why any notion of protecting profits and shareholders has had any effect on the solution, why the Obama administration, the Army Corps of Engineers, fucking NOAA hasn’t told BP to go fuck itself, that the well’s not theirs anymore. And then order the Coast Guard to shoot on sight anyone from BP who gets near it.
BP has wasted so much time on efforts to save the oil and its investment in the well that it is just now getting around to attempting to seal the well. It’s pretty simple. Fuck BP. Fucking blow it up. Fucking collapse the earth around it. And be fucking done with the spill and get to the clean up.
I have said from the beginning that BP, as a company, should cease to exist given an outrageous screw-up of this magnitude. Every last cent that it has should be put towards cleaning up the mess and mitigating the damage. It still won’t be enough, and thus they should bankrupt themselves attempting to repair the damage. A commenter over at Digby’s discussed something similar:
I’d like to add my own proposed solution to this ‘problem.’ since the incursion of oil into the wetlands has already started a probably irreversable process of die-off in those marshes, and since once they are gone the Gulf of Mexico will be literally in our laps and the next stiff breeze (never mind a hurricaine) will flood the city of New Orleans for good, here’s what I propose:
Nationalize BP. Just take over the company. Jail it’s executives (after first imposing bank-account-draining fines), seize it’s multibillion dollar profits, and liquidate it’s assets. Continue to run the company as a non-profit (call it Oil America or something) and pour all that money into a massive coastal restoration project. We’ve done this sort of thing before (the Tennessee Valley project and various irrigation schemes in the western states come immediately to mind) and the need has never been greater than now to seize these issues by the horns. We’ve had thirty years of oil company bullshit, and we sure as hell wouldn’t be in this position today if we’d simply continued down the road started by Carter administration energy policies (thank you, “Reagan Revolution”). That’s thirty years of anyone who dared suggest alternatives to Big Oil being sneered at as a tree-hugging liberal. Thirty years of Cheyney-esque entitlement to driving half-ton gas guzzlers 300 yards to the 7/11 to buy a burrito to pack onto our already grotesquely fat asses. Can we just admit finally that neo-conservatism and it’s fanatically pro-corporate policies have been a massive and spectacular failure and get on with it? Please?
This country has suffered from an utter lack of leadership, forward-thinking, and responsible stewardship and contingency planning when it comes to energy for far too long. When I was a kid, the fear was that we would all perish in a nuclear armaggedon–but now it seems much more likely that we (and many other species on the planet) will choke to death on oil. What a way to go. It was a nice planet for awhile, I guess.
Pretty sick – so sick that I set down the laptop and just laid down and half-watched some tv (DVDs) today. So I also felt completely unproductive and lame. But: sick!
TheLittleGuy has been sick for a couple of weeks (cough, cold, ear infection) but slowly seems to be getting better. He apparently gave it to me. The only good part is that whenever I sneeze he says “Bess you, Mama!” from wherever he is in the house. Totally adorable.
But generally, I’m still annoyed and frustrated about all the Things not Getting Done.
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This apparently made the rounds quite awhile ago, but I only came across it recently, and it is very nice.
The Chillout Song.
Written to be listened to when one is feeling overwhelmed. So really, I should have it on 24×7 rotation, I think.
Hey, you’re ok. You’ll be fine. Just breathe.
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I’m pretty unhappy about several things at the moment, all of which fall under the general topic of “Things I’m not Getting Done.” One of those several things is related to my neglect of this here blog. A recurring theme here over the last decade, I must admit. Since it’s one of the easier things I can fix, I’m going to try to once again to post a link every day (or so) to get back into the swing of things. As always, topic suggestions are welcome. I tried this back in November and it went reasonably well (from my perspective), so it’s an experiment worth repeating.
A quick journally update, though, to warm up the fingers:
- Did a 5K at the end of April. Met 3 of 4 goals for it. Trying to keep things going with the G28K podrunner series, but since a trip in mid-March have felt foiled at every turn. Somehow need to get back to my January/February regular routine. Starting to feel the lack of a jogging buddy pretty sorely, though.
- We are just back from a few days on Virginia Beach with my parents. An experiment in multi-generational vacationing. And TheLittleGuy’s first toe in the ocean. He liked it and at one point started enthusiastically making the “more” sign at the waves daring them to come and get him. Pictures to come over at Flickr some time when I have some time and energy to process them.
- Work is. Piles and piles of it. Every time I think there’s light at the end of the tunnel, more piles on. Beats the alternative in this economy, I guess.
- Since I last updated we pulled TLG out of his school and started him in a new one. It’s going well and overall I’m pleased with the move, but it was a stressful time.
- Speaking of TLG, he turns the big 2 next month. I have a lot of thoughts and opinions about the whole parenting gig, but the scientist in me hesitates a bit to spout off, since I’m only one parent, he’s only one kid, and everything is therefore extremely anecdotal. Add to that the fact that the constant swirling mommy war conversations alternately irritate and bore me, so even when I feel nearly compelled to say something, I end up wondering whether I really want to contribute to the barrage of verbiage. But opinions? Oh hai, yes, I haz them.
In general, I can’t believe it’s the middle of May. We have been incredibly busy this year, with a relentless schedule of work, work trips, family trips, and family activities combined with inconvenient illnesses (minor, but frustrating) and then switching schools for TLG in the middle of it all. We hope to get a bit of a breather in mid-to-late summer before racing into the fall and gearing up for holidays, but time will tell.
I have been Twittering about my recent attempt to start the Couch to 5K (C25K) program. I’ve known about the C25K program for some time. I think I first came across it before I was pregnant and bookmarked it for ‘further consideration.’ Well, many, many moons later, inspired by a couple of friends I know who’ve liked it, I’ve decided to give it that old college try. Except, I haven’t been to college in a loooong time, and my bones are a bit creaky, but still..
C25K is structured to give a very gentle build-up so that by the end of the 9 week program you are running a 5K. I decided, upon a bit of reflection, that three things were absolutely necessary for me to actually do this program.
- 1) I had to sign up and pay registration fees for an honest-to-god 5K to be preparing for,
- 2) I had to be public about it, and
- 3) I needed some cool technology to distract me (see below).
The second has already proven its worth, because if I weren’t public about it I would have stopped after C25KW1D2 — (that’s Couch to 5K; Week 1, Day 2 for the uninitiated.) But now there’s public humiliation at stake on my Twitter feed (and on Facebook, since I pipe everything from Twitter over to Facebook, and now here), so I have to keep doing it. I also signed up for a local 5K at the end of April – it gives me 3 or 4 more weeks to get ready in addition to the 9 weeks of the program. Since I’ve got some travel coming up and also expect to have repeat some of the days, hopefully that will work out. One thing I like about this program is that it’s really only 30-40 minutes per outing for several weeks. And 10 of that is warm-up/cool-down. So really, just 20 minutes or so — and what kind of wimp would I be if I couldn’t suffer through a bit of jogging for 20 minutes three times a week? At least that’s what I’m saying right now. (Yes, the self-loathing self-talk in my brain is really fun to live with, I tell-you-whut.)
Before I went public, I had mentioned it to a few friends, one of whom put the 5K I signed up for on her calendar to come and cheer. There’s another good motivation, because me and all my high-productivity knowledge-worker friends are fanatical about the GTD-hard-landscape of our calendars–so knowing I’m on someone’s calendar is also a good impetus. You don’t mess with people’s calendars!
So, for my own sake, I thought I’d jot down a few notes while I’m still very early in the process.
Technology: Last fall I installed the NikePod software on my iPhone and bought a NikePod sensor, which integrates with the iPhone/iPodTouch and tracks how far and fast you’ve gone. You can then transmit the data to the NikePlus website that will then keep track of all your runs, show you the shape of them (intervals, sprints, whatever), and let you jot down a few notes.
 NikePlus Graph
The NikePlus website feels like something that a lot of development was put into, but for which not much maintenance or enhancement has been done. Still, it works for my purposes. Since my running shoes are not Nike shoes (which come with a built-in sensor slot), I also bought a little pouch to shove the sensor into and then attached it to my shoes. Seems to work great, although I haven’t actually calibrated it yet to make sure it’s getting the distance right — sometime when I’m on a proper track with distances measured out I’ll do that. It’s also integrated with the iPod such that you can choose which playlist you want and has a cute feature called “Power Song” for when you need an extra boost of inspiration. I’m not using that yet, since there’s a set of podcasts (see below) I’m listening to right now, but I can see it being very useful later on. I’m thinking something by Queen will probably be my Power Song when it comes time to create my own playlists.
Music: I’m using one of Steve Boyett’s Podrunner podcast series. The “First Day to 5K” podcast was designed specifically for use with the C25K interval program and provides audio cues for when to switch from walking to running and back again. Moreover, it’s mixed to change the bpm as appropriate. And, it’s free! It also exposes me to some music I would never listen to otherwise, so that’s cool too. I’m expanding my cultural horizons while plodding along. So far only one of the pieces has really stuck with me as something I want to go find and listen to apart from the podrunner stuff, but it’s early still. Not having to watch a clock is a huge value-add. There are other podcasts that do similar things – I’ve also bookmarked Robert Ullrey’s C25K podcasts and may try one of those at one point, too.
Location & Timing: Mornings. There is no way, with my crazy-angsty job and a toddler, that I could ever hope to do any such program regularly in the evenings. So it’s mornings every other day or sometimes with 2 days in-between. There is a constructed pond just down the road from us that has a walking/running trail that goes around it. I drive down, park across the street, and then use that. It’s great because it’s mostly asphalt (not concrete) and it’s not right next to the road (with all the crazy traffic around here). I’ve been there 4 times and I’m already starting to recognize some of the regulars at that time of day–including the small woman probably 20 years older than me who lapped me 3 times, but let us not speak of that again–and grumpy-middle-aged-man-with-dog.
 View from C25KW1D3
Yesterday and three days ago, however, I had to use the treadmill at the rec center. I made a mistake this past weekend. While planning for the weekend, I heard the weather people say it was going to be super cold on Saturday and that we’d get a dusting to an inch of snow later in the day on Saturday, but somewhat warmer on Sunday. So my decision was: run in the cold-cold-cold on Saturday morning or wait and go Sunday after the snow? I decided to wait until after the snow. But of course, we got several inches, instead of just an inch. And the path was not cleared, so I had to go use a treadmill inside. Lesson: If it’s not precipitating and you’re due to go, just go. Siiigh. And, frankly, after a few minutes I tend not to notice the cold – and it’s not like it gets that bitter cold around here. (The forecast for Saturday morning was 20 degrees.) I had to use the treadmill again yesterday morning because the path is still not clear. And more snow is in the forecast for the next few days, so I have a feeling I’ll be at the rec center for the next few sessions.
So, now I’ve done a few outside runs and two on the treadmill and I definitely prefer being outside. Here are the pros and cons as I see them:
- Outside positives: fresh air; slightly varied terrain; free; some sense of community/solidarity with the other crazy people out there
- Outside negatives: weather; safety concerns (see below)
- Treadmill positives: no weather, easier on the knees
- Treadmill negatives: boring; feels harder and I go slower; costs money
This could change if I’m still at this as we move into the summer months, as I’m much less tolerant of heat than I am of cold, and the heat and humidity around here can be oppressive, even at 6am.
Safety: I was really fascinated by the experiment conducted by TwitchHiker last year. Basically this guy decided to see how far and where he could travel based only on the good graces of people on Twitter. I thought it was a very clever idea. And I also thought that sort of thing is so much easier for a guy to decide to do. Similarly, I think women walking or jogging solo outside have to think harder about where and when they go. Most of the path around the pond that I mentioned is visible from the road, although not all of it. But I still try to be very mindful and (sadly) not turn up the music so loud that I can’t hear if someone is coming up behind me.
Health: My biggest concern – apart from simply continuing to find the motivation – is making sure I don’t inadvertently mess up knees or end up with shin splints or something. It’s not actually a huge distance each week so hopefully I can avoid any such issues for now. My doctor recommended being diligent about fish oil supplements, which I have in my spplement regimen anyway, as that’s supposed to help with joints. My knees were bothering the first few days but seem to be less troubled now, albeit still with a bit of creaky-poppyness.
Community – The 5K I found to aim for is put together by Run Pacers, a boutique race manager and local chain of running stores in this area. I’ll almost certainly buy my next pair of running shoes from them. They seem to really have their act together. I’ve also come across (on one of my local parenting email lists) a very local-to-me running group (they sometimes use the same path around the pond that I do) and if I manage to keep this up may join them at some point, too. I was corresponding with someone from that local group (and from the list) who has signed up for the same 5K that I did, so my Google-fu and list-scanning skills still seem to be pretty good. As with any new ‘hobby’, once you start to poke around into a subculture, you find all sorts of interesting things.
Ok, that’s my brain dump for now. I’m sure I’ll have more observations as the experiment continues, but that’s a start.
For the most part, I am extremely dubious about claims that parenting imbues anyone with special insights or perspective that non-parents somehow cannot also attain. We might like to think so, but really we’re all just muddling along the best we can. I was talking to another parent at TheLittleGuy’s weekend gym class the other day and we agreed that “who knows?” and “it’s a mystery!” and just muddling along were the best characterizations of the mental life of the parent of a toddler. I’m told it doesn’t get any less confusing, just differently so, as they grow.
But I think there’s one big exception to this, and I think that is the feeling engendered by the thought of harm coming to your child. My worst-feeling, most-blubbery moments as a parent have come from two things: 1) sleep deprivation (and since that’s also a Cheney-style torture technique, I think that’s just a fact of human nature and not unique to parenting) and 2) when TheLittleGuy has been hurt–even in a comparatively minor way. We’re dealing with another bout of ear infection right now and while he’s pretty stoic about it, it makes so very sad for him. When he’s actually in pain, I can usually manage to hold it together to help him cope, but once he’s fine again I often have to take a moment to cry myself.
The thought of anything serious happening to him is what causes me the most anxiety and pre-emptive stress as a parent. And the thought of losing him to some freak accident or illness (and oh, while I’ve never been a fiction writer, I’ve now discovered I have a great imagination) makes me crazy. I have to work sometimes to push those worries and fears far, far away lest I become incapacitated or start investing in reams and reams of bubble wrap.
Beth (Xeney) is one of my “Internet friends” (someday we’ll have a better phrase for that–something that doesn’t over-qualify, but doesn’t presume, either) who I’ve been reading something like 15 years and corresponding with occasionally although we haven’t yet met in person. Her daughter Penny admired one of TLG’s pictures when he was small, and anyone who exclaims over my kid goes on my good list, so I count Penny as a buddy too. (Yes, we moms remember such things – we don’t try to, we just do.) Penny’s enjoyment of her toy piano was also the inspiration for TLG’s big Christmas gift this past Christmas.
Just this past week, Beth lost her baby boy, Hector Alexander, at 22 weeks gestation. And I cannot stop feeling so terribly sad for her and Penny and Jeremy. It is a special and terrible kind of grief–even imagining the prospect of it, as I do during fleeting and not-so-fleeting moments of anxiety regarding my own little boy can make me stop breathing. Often very young babies who pass away, babies who are born too soon, and babies who are miscarried can be forgotten by others somehow more easily, and so I thought I should say something here in this space to acknowledge and remember the little boy of my friend who came too soon and could not stay.
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TheGuy and I, for the first time since TLG was born, attended some live theatre this past weekend. Yes, we arranged and paid for a babysitter – the whole nine yards. (Well, we went to the Sunday afternoon show, so not *quite* the whole 9 yards.) My old college chum Mike Daisey was performing his new show, The Last Cargo Cult, at Woolly Mammoth Theatre in downtown D.C. (And, when I say chum, I mean, it was a small college and we were both native Mainers and knew each other on the electronic notes boards, but you know.. still..enough time passes, you remember each other’s names.. it counts! A chum!)
The show was amazing. Really excellent. Totally worth seeing. In fact, I have made an offer on Twitter, and I will repeat it here: The first person to buy a ticket, see the show, and show me proof, I will reimburse. So basically: FREE LIVE THEATRE! The show is selling out and they have to conclude the run by February 7th, so don’t delay! Here’s the Washington Post review – a snippet:
Finally, the banking system has met its match. In “The Last Cargo Cult,” the inimitable Mike Daisey harnesses pervasive contempt for the way many banks have handled the financial crisis and uses it to fuel a divine rant about how we have allowed money to ruin everything.
The monologue at Woolly Mammoth Theatre may constitute the finest hour — actually, make that two hours — ever devised by Daisey, a tale-spinner of amusingly footnoted outrage. His brand of bombast is perfectly calibrated for examinations of the colossal follies of our time. In this instance, he gets the meaty topic between his teeth and, like some carnivorous poet, gnaws it down to eloquent bone.
And here’s the New York Times:
The way Mr. Daisey makes his arguments, more than the arguments themselves, is what makes him one of the elite performers in the American theater. Sometimes he lays them out straightforwardly, but more often he expresses ideas indirectly through story and, increasingly, through a self-conscious use of language. He repeats words (pay attention to “island” and “detached”), making them signposts to guide audiences toward his conclusion. He illustrates the relationship between money and trust this way: “I don’t buy that. That’s what we say in our culture when we don’t believe something.”
Here’s the thing: in my job, one of the things I do is canvas for experts (for a variety of purposes). And I’ve been doing this job for almost, *cough* 10 years *cough*. And over time I have learned that expertise does not happen on a smooth linear scale. That is, people in the first tier, at the top of their game, are not merely somewhat better than those in the second, they are usually at least an order of magnitude better. They are bigger and broader thinkers–more insightful, sharper, and all-around deeper. It is–usually–a stark and notable distinction. Mike Daisey is at the top of his game. Some have called him one of the finest solo performers of his generation. This is the first of his shows that I’ve seen. And I was convinced within just a few moments that he’s a top-tier performer.
So go and see the show if you possibly can. TheGuy and I have been talking about it off and on for the last week – I would see it again if I could. And we’ve incorporated a few catch-phrases from the show into our conversations–it has definitely got its hooks into us. It’s both deeply thought-provoking (although if you’re at all aware and self-reflective, not exactly surprising), very funny, and occasionally moving. Mike makes connections and observations that immediately resonate, but that you probably never would have come up with on your own.
Just go. He’s now on our ‘go every time he comes to town’ list – and for us, deciding that something is babysitter-worthy is a big deal. We watched even the new Star Trek separately rather than pay a sitter. So, declaring something babysitter-worthy is really our highest recommendation!
So I’m a big big talker about GTD and Inbox Zero and all the clever modern knowledge productivity hoo-hah. But, I have to confess, my gmail inbox, which is where my personal mail goes, has had hundreds of messages in it for years. At one point I did manage to set up some really aggressive filtering (that needs to be constantly curated and maintained) to help slow the growth, but still. What a disgrace. The oldest message in it right is from 2007. I’d asked a friend for a pointer to some slow cooker recipes. And there it sits.
Now, part of the problem is that I’ve given myself a classic yak-shaving problem. I can’t deal with that slow cooker recipes email until I figure out how I’m going to store and manage all of my recipes. And I can’t do that until I figure out what to do with all of my cookbooks. And all of the loose piles of paper recipes sitting in the bottom cupboard of the sideboard. I might scan them into Evernote. But we don’t have a scanner hooked up right now. And I can’t get the scanner hooked up until we transition the old fax machine into the new 3-in-1 copier/scanner/fax that’s been sitting in its box for .. umm… many many moons! You get the picture.
But I do have a moderately-functioning Omnifocus (with its own dozens and dozens of projects) that I could translate some of these emails into. So, at the beginning of the year I decided I was going to find a way to deal with this massive junky inbox. I set before myself a low-key task: remove, archive, delete, or otherwise deal with just 10 messages per day. A net 10 messages that is. I could leave something that had arrived that day, but that would mean removing 11 of the old ones. So far, it’s been working. I suspect it will get harder as I get closer to zero, so I may have to change my rule to 5 per day. But everytime I declared that a certain day would be the day I cleaned out the gmail box, I’d get distracted or pulled away for something, and the next thing I knew it would have 100 more messages in it. So, slow and steady is the mantra now. There are about 250 messages left, so in theory, a month from now, I should have my personal email inbox under control.
We shall see.
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