April, Where did you go?

First of April was when I figured I needed to follow up a seemingly discontinued conversation from mid-March. My wrists and hands were feeling fine, I just hadn't had a reply. It was like my letter writing days of old, where I'd be waiting for each day's mail delivery for a reply, only to be disappointed when nothing came that day.

Snail Mail meant one chance a day, six days a week, while email could be anytime or any moment or whenever.

The 24/7 effect is like time standing still, if you are expecting something that is beyond your control.

The anxieties of today are acerbated by the expectation of change at a moment's notice.

Patience is gone and is replaced by frustration.

Being connected is a hindrance to progress towards things within one's control.

Does time management exist for a person with an obsessive personality like mine?

The mind cannot do two things at once, and multitasking is a delusion according academic studies at places like Stanford.

Anyways, to my surprise, I got a reply that first day of April to the effect that I was the guilty party. I am bothered for how did I never get an email?  Perhaps my sent email never get read, somehow?

If someone is reading my email and deleting stuff, I'd know since my email is copied via various forwarding processes that leaves a trace that only I and the NSA know it leaves.

I'm just gonna let the thought pass, and move forward. It is May, after all!