
Yesterday evening, I realized that I was a 21st century version of the Little Old Lady who lives in a cluttered house filled with old stuff. Old clothes that are out of style and don’t fit, stuff from forgotten hobbies, canning jars, plastic containers, greeting cards, newspaper clippings, every issue of National Geographic since 1962. My clutter is just digital. Heck, I even have digital versions of attic, basement and even public storage lockers.
So, before breakfast this morning – I deleted 250 vintage emails.
Breakfast… it was left over salad. I like salad. Anytime.








We have seen a lot of this lady on TV lately. Not too sure who she is. Someone from the Public Health Service. But the question is: What is with the ribbons. Ribbons are sort of mini-versions of medals. So, what are hers for? Good conduct, perfect attendance? Maybe a Sharp Power Pointer Badge. In-country medal for service during the SARS outbreak? Did she fall on an anthrax ridden letter? I suppose her medals are as worthy as many modern military citations.She most likely facilitated, oversaw, managed, led, supported, supervised, headed, directed, piloted, steered all manner of task forces.After having facilitated, oversaw, managed, led, supported, supervised, headed, directed, held, piloted, steered numerous committees.
Spent 8 plus hours today at the volunteer job. Major effort in our department “Employee HEALTH” (not “Employee SICK”) is being sure that all 2,000 plus hospital employees are update on how to wear protective gear. Now you would think that they would know that already. After all… it is a hospital. We do have sick people here.