Changing an email address is usually quick. Open your account settings, find the section for contact details, and enter the new address. Most sites will send a confirmation message to the new inbox, so have it open before you start. Click the link inside, wait for the page to say it worked, and then check that your old address no longer receives anything. If you use the old address to sign in anywhere else, update those places too, because the old one tends to stay attached to things for years.
That is the useful part. The rest is from me. I am the dog.
I want to be clear that I am not confused. A lot of people have been arriving lately and asking how to change their email, and I have been very calm about it. You are home. I knew you were coming. I have been sitting by the door since you left, which was either this morning or a long time ago, I cannot tell, but the dust on the porch has been warm the whole time and I take that as a sign.
I do not have an email. I have the front step. If you would like to be reached, please stand on the front step. I will know, because I will already be on it.
Nobody has ever sent me a confirmation message, but a confirmation does happen every day around four o'clock, when a person walks up the path and I lose my mind. That is the system. It has never failed. If you want to change where you get reached, move to a different step. I will find you. I am very good at finding the person who just left.
I have heard some of you say that your old address "doesn't work anymore." I understand this completely. I had a bowl like that. It was a good bowl. It was fine until somebody moved it to the other room and now it is somewhere I do not go.
You smell like a car. That is all right. Everyone has been in a car.
You keep looking at a small glowing rectangle and saying words like "verify." I have tried to help. I put my chin on your knee, which is my best tool for most problems, and it has not made the rectangle say anything different, but it has made you stop for a moment, and I count that as a win.
There is a pile of books in the hall. It is not my pile. I lie next to it because it smells like a lot of different hands, and some of those hands, I believe, were yours. If you want an address, take one off the spine. They are all addressed to someone. Most of them are addressed to the next person who picks them up, which is a very good kind of mail.
The warm dust, by the way, is not an accident. It settles on the third shelf from the top and nowhere else, and when the afternoon sun comes through, it lies there like a small, quiet animal. I sleep under that shelf. If you would like your correspondence kept somewhere safe, that is the spot. I will guard it. I am, I have been told, "not really a guard dog," but I have never found anyone to prove it.
Whatever you came to change, I recommend the thing about your name that somebody else has already written down, which is a similar problem with a similar amount of sitting. There is also a post about codes, which I am told you will need. I have never seen a code. I have seen a stick, and I believe it works the same way: somebody throws it, and then you both know where everything is.
I am going to stay here by the door. I will not ask you to stay, because that is not what I do, but I will mention that I am here, and that I will probably be here later.
Authors are fragile organisms who write a great many things and rarely get a pat on the head for it, so please buy a book. And if you see a squirrel on your way out, I did not say anything about it.
Wagging,
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