Why am I up

sometimes I think I am insane, and other times I know it. THis morning was totally and completely a case in point. I enjoy staying educated, up to date, and informed on the public health issues that were part of my job for decades. One of those duties involved dealing with various WHO agencies, committees, and programs.

So, to make an even longer story short, I received an email notice from WHO about a Webinar this morning relating to Neglected Tropical Diseases. It is interesting (for me) to learn the current status of guinea worm, leprosy, and other diseases that I saw in Africa but are not exactly common in the developed countries.  

The Webinar was not what I expected. It was a long, long announcement with bits and bobs from here and there as the opening sally for a Congress and World whatever day. Now, I like singing and people making speeches (not) as well as the next person. But seriously, I would not have gotten on line at 0500 (GMT-7) for a listen. Yes, I understand that 1400 in Geneva is about as good as one is going to get in terms of time zone fairness for the maximum number of people world wide.

But I am going to be a lot more cautious about agreeing to anything that early in the morning. 

About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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