There should be a rule against nutrition programs scheduling exams for the day after FNCE–aka the Food & Nutrition Conference & Expo, the big-ass annual event for members of The Academy of Nutrition & Dietetics.
This year, it’s being held in Philadelphia, and apparently, some 10,000 people are expected. The speaker lineup is intriguing, and a small part of me wishes I was able to be there this weekend instead of holed up studying for an exam and nursing the ends of a cold.
On the other hand, I can’t afford it, and I’ve already got a ton on my plate, so throwing a trip into the mix would be too much right now. I also have to admit, I’m enjoying what is my first weekend without lots of plans in months.
Posts like this are the reason I make a rule of not blogging about relationships, but suffice it to say I’m enjoying having a little more guilt-free alone time right now. There have been lots of little signs over the past week that make me feel really good about the course of things, so cheers to that.
I don’t think this is a sign of anything (though who knows, another “way to make the right choice” sign?), but I found it when I sat down at the nurses station the other day to start typing some notes:
This was right after an elderly gentleman wearing sunglasses in the salad bar line had asked if I was a celebrity.
“Well you look goo-ood!”
I probably blushed because in real life, I can be shy, but an amusing little ego boost never hurts, especially when you’re feeling a little under the weather.
Never a dull day at the hospital…I guess having crazy stories about work is better than work having crazy stories about me.
Do you believe in “signs?” Any good stories?