Friday, December 15, 2006
Yesterday, I got e-mail from the founder of Grand Rounds, Dr. Nick Genes of Blogborygmi, asking if I'd like to host Grand Rounds sometime. He said they've never had a chaplain host.
This made me ridiculously happy, and I told him I'd love to, but not until next summer, when I have more time. Putting together Carnival of Hope just about does me in, and that's a third the size of Grand Rounds. I've been doggedly contributing to Grand Rounds for a couple of months now, but I haven't felt like a "real" medblogger -- more like a wannabe camp-follower -- so validation from the Father of Grand Rounds himself was lovely. Made my week, it did. (Astute readers of this blog will have discerned that I struggle just a little with Impostor Syndrome.) I just hope Dr. Genes wasn't too disgruntled that I put him off for six months.
In other news:
Grades are almost done. Yay!
Christmas shopping is started. Yay! (We're spending entirely too much this year, but never mind.)
We haven't yet spotted the perfect baby black female kitty to adopt, but when we do, she'll be ours.
We watched two more highly entertaining episodes of Rome tonight, including the one that introduces Cleopatra.
On a more ambivalent note, I haven't written in my blessings journal for several weeks now, and I'm well past the point where I can fill in the missing days. I've written a daily entry for almost ten years, so this is a little disconcerting, but I find that I'm not feeling the need now. I don't know if that's good or bad; I hope I've internalized the looking-for-blessings thing enough that I don't need to keep documenting it. Gary thinks the blog is serving pretty much the same purpose, and he may be right. (This entry is certainly doing that, anyway.)
And now to bed!