It is Saturday evening. Kim, Fiona and a friend have gone over to our neighbors to soak in the hot tub after having spent the day at the local elementary school’s Halloween Hoot. I am sitting home quietly. I am exhausted after the Social Media Health Care Summit at the Mayo clinic. On top of the exhaustion, I may be fighting a little virus. The back of my mouth is puffy and sore. I slept much of the day, and will probably head off to bed fairly soon. I’m sipping a little single malt scotch right now, and lacking a better mouthwash, will gargle with some cheap gin later.

The discussion surrounding the summit continues online. Some people are also commenting on exhaustion similar to mine. Others are posting final pictures and providing follow up information. The Fibromuscular Dysplasia Society of America responded to my tweets. Check out their website.

One of my follow up items from the week is to try and find some recordings of Edward R Murrow to listen to. So, this evening, I went out and listened to Orchestrated Hell! - December 3, 1943. As I listened, I thought of how things have changed from those days, to these of unmanned drones, and I long to be able to write as descriptively as Murrow. Kim, Fiona and her friend have returned and Fiona turned on the television to Cartoon Network. The contrast between Murrow and Cartoon Network is jarring.

As I surf blogs, I see notifications about National Novel Writing Month, NaNoWriMo. At this point, I’m not planning on writing anything for NaNoWriMo. I have too many other things to do. In addition, there is so much work that I want to do on my writing.

Various news alerts pop up on my screen. A trouper has been involved in a shooting in New Haven. A man has become pinned under a tractor trailer. It’s Saturday evening, and I’m exhausted.