(stretching)

Time feels so disjointed for me lately. If I don't spend time thinking about the passage of time, things start to lose their frame of reference.

For example, I've been trying to be very responsive to requests for information from my customers. Since I'm online for most of each day, I can generally respond to customer e-mails within 5 minutes. I figure that's a good habit to get into. It also lessens my need to manage my inbox content on an ongoing basis.

But anyway, I was just looking through my sent items folder and noticed that I'm really keeping on top of things by doing that. By responding immediately to these requests, I find that I need less time to follow up on things. That is, I'm just taking care of them as they arise.

I suppose that this is a luxury afforded to me by a relatively relaxed pre-holiday workload; if I start that new position in January, I would expect that the demands on my time will increase, which will force me to use contact and content management software to keep up with everything.

But until then, I'm deeply enjoying the experience of living in no-time.

your complimentary subscription to Reader's Digest has been cancelled

How sad. Effective January, 2002, Reader's Digest will no longer send a complimentary copy of its magazine to members of the Canadian Medical Association. That means that those of you who look forward to catching up on All In A Day's Work or Life's Like That while you're waiting for your doctor to see you will no longer be able to do so unless your doctor actually purchases a subscription. I think that's really sad. Patients from coast to coast will no longer be able to keep up with the stories of Mrs. Herbert Lawson's granchildren in Etobicoke or the antics of Sgt. Gerald Wilson's detachment at CFB Greenwood.

My paternal grandfather used to buy my mom a subscription to Reader's Digest (we used to call it "Right-Wing Digest") every year for Christmas. I remember terrorizing my family by reading all the entries in Laughter Is The Best Medicine out loud. I think Reader's Digest is responsible for my atrocious sense of humour today. God damn them all.