A Day Without Email . . .

 

. . . is like a day without being bitten on the hand by a chihuahua.In other words, a day without something that is vaguely painful and annoying but not in any way harmful or dangerous.For some technical reason, never quite deciphered, I couldn't log onto the Internet from my Atlanta hotel, and I went five days without being able to access my email.  When I got home and was able to look at my four hundred-odd messages, there wasn't a single one that required an answer.But that doesn't mean I...