Been a while. . .

. . .since posting anything. Then I read about the sheer numbers of blogs that are created versus the number that remain active one year after their creation. I have to look up the actual statistic so I can misquote it properly, but it's staggering.

In a 2008 survey by Technorati, of the 133 million blogs created, only 7.4 million have been updated in the last 120 days. (Source: the NY Times June 5, 2009 article, Blogs Falling in an Empty Forest, http://www.nytimes.com/2009/06/07/fashion/07blogs.html).

So rather than being one of The Fallen, I will write about not much going on. Thea finished school on Friday, the school had a little end of the year celebration Saturday, which I missed because I had to work. Yet another virus has crawled into my upper respiratory tract, first masquerading as allergy symptoms before it segued into my nose, throat and trachea. As long as it just passes through with the kids missing the worst of it, I can live with the annoyance (not really but it sounds so much more noble than I am hacking, miserable and would prefer staying in bed all day with endless cups of tea.)

Micah has another week of school before a few weeks off. He'll be moving to a new classroom for the summer session, which I think means that he's making good progress. The date of his surgery has not changed during the past two weeks, so I am somewhat hopeful that it may actually be set.

Meanwhile, the new physician assistant started at work. She's been coming in a few days here or there, but this week is her first full week. Thanks to her it wasn't a horrific Monday, and I arrived home with all my charting done for a change. And this probably means that a meteor will strike the house tonight.

No new photos of anyone - unless I count the pictures of a patient with some sort of strange photosensitivity reaction. The patient is going to a dermatologist, but had another flare and wanted to go back on the prednisone that I had prescribed for a prior bout, but also wanted to have the specialist see the skin at its worst. Conveniently I had my camera in my car so I retrieved it, took a few pictures and uploaded them to print at the local CVS. Considering all the semi-obscure labs the specialist wanted drawn turned out blisteringly normal, and considering that we don't have the means of doing punch biopsies at work, the pictures will have to do.