I received this e-mail today (some names redacted):
On this date (the Saturday after Thanksgiving) back in 2010 C and I had recently returned from Europe. We had Thanksgiving with E, but C2 didn’t call or respond to calls, and we were worried about her. I had a nasty cold. C had first felt sick on the train from Innsbruck to Zurich.
I was working on the Kepler section of 1616. How’s that book looking?
It’s looking pretty good, thank me very much!
I had forgot about futureme.org, which lets you send messages to yourself in the future. How strange to get this message from myself from almost a year ago.