The e-mail also reminded me that I have a few things that need attending to, that should be priority even, and not forgotten in some box in my storage unit. I bought 4x6 index cards yesterday to put in my commuter bag - I can leave the manuscript in storage this way. (Interesting that I did this prior to receiving the e-mail) I opened up my word processing files this morning and re-read the last chapter...interesting mess of words. I remember where I am going with this one.
The email reminded me also that I don't even have my own place yet. I have so many things yet to do to even be settled.
All the e-mail actually said was, "Perhaps we can make plans later?" Amazing the paragraphs of reminders and months of projects my brain comes up with in a simple phrase. Later is good. My brain must've required the reminder that life is already full.