Pool Party
I love that little ding sound I get when a new email arrives in my Inbox. There's a satisfying feeling that comes over me when I feel like someone thought of me and sent me a message. Sitting at my desk, working out the available flow increase in a pipe network, I barely heard the ding of an arriving email message. I finished my calculations and did a quick gut-check to decide whether my calculation yielded an acceptable result, then turned to my computer and clicked on the Outlook button on...