Sometimes when you sit down at the old sewing table that you are using as a desk you don't have anything to write.
You feel empty.
You look outside the window at the laundry drying in the sun and try to think of something to say.
You think, Why am I writing a daily email?
Do people really need/want to hear from me daily?
Even my wife asks that I don't speak to her for a few days at a time and then to only communicate by sending relevant memes to her Instagram.
That's normal, right?