I will have more mail tomorrow.

Ah, the sublime lightness of Inbox Zero. A task as trivial as sorting electronic mail really shouldn't feel so satisfying to complete. Perhaps it's simply symbolic of a romanticized Luddite-like existence, just like how people love zombie movies because the undead don't care if you follow them on Twitter.  Or, perhaps it's more like the inverse of First World Problems; we have these First World Joys because we can't imagine being elated by anything other than every detail coming together at the right time.