Sylvia's Journal

This morning I find myself still in that grey space between computers. I hate being there mostly because it is a huge time sink. The Ghana trip has been postponed one day because of a glitch with the visa office in DC. This makes for an arrival the 2nd of July and a departure the 5th. One more glitch and the trip is off. However it gives me 24 hour breathing space if I don’t hold my breath till my passport arrives, promised to be in my hand on Tuesday about two hours before I have to leave for the airport. The trip is by no means a done deal.

With Joe perfecting CHS’s conceptual framework to my left, I learned about Wikis yesterday from the PBJWiki folks via a webinar. I am a latecomer to this technology in the world but at my place of work I am in the category of early adopters. It is a bit like the graphics: in my family I am at the end of the line but at work I am on the frontlines. This makes MSH sound like a backwater which it is not; more like an oil tanker that doesn’t turn as easily.

The ultrasound of my right breast revealed that the cysts are diminishing in size at a rate of a little less than 1 mm a month. I am released from the quarterly checks and the next one will be in six months. That is a big relief, one thing less to worry about. I watched the ultrasound picture on the screen and it looked a lot less like the debris-strewn beach than it did when the first ultrasound was made earlier this year.

Joe said his farewells at MSH and left our client happy with the result and with many ideas for using the improved identity to clarify other organizational relationships and make the story telling easier. I see a bit more noodling on the horizon but it is good enough for now. It was fun working with Joe and the product represents proof that 1 + 1 = more than 2. I learned a lot from him and intend to sharpen my PowerPoint skills now that I have the new 2007 version.

After a haircut that prepared me for the tropical temperatures of Ghana and Haiti I arrived home to the promise of a cookout, but the meal still in the idea stage. As a result dinner was served rather late with Joe and Axel hustling to get it on the table before my bedtime. Neither one of them had to get up as early as I this morning so I was not happy. Axel made up by having breakfast all ready to go this morning, a faint but sweet smell of guilt hanging over the arrangement. Thank you my dear!