We’re going to pretend I’m posting this one-third of the way into March because last month’s post was also late and not, you know, because I got sidetracked. The fun snowball effect of needing to make up for lost time earlier in February, coupled with finally moving forward with helping my 80-year-old mother get into independent living, left me with little free time. I finally have a moment – and I’m devoting it to you, dear reader. You’d better be happy. (I kid. Mostly.)
Stuff I Wrote
- MIT Sloan Ideas Made to Matter: A framework on the four paths to success for entrepreneurs
- Custom content for clients in digital health, health data analysis, technology infrastructure, cybersecurity, and more
- The finishing touches on the first draft of that Telehealth eBook I keep talking about but am sitting on until we figure out whether flexibilities get extended beyond the end of March
- …and, coming soon, content from a new freelance client! (Not a new client per se, as I worked there for several years when I had a lot less gray hair. A handful of you may know what I’m talking about. Please don’t spoil the surprise for everyone else.)
Stuff I Read
- Press Ganey published some survey results about consumer experiences in healthcare. Not a knock on the report or its findings, but it’s sad haha that half of patients are willing to wait three weeks to see their PCP and three months to see a specialist.
- For one of my clients, Healthcare IT Today, I spent some time poring over press releases from ViVE and HIMSS. (Did you see my LinkedIn diatribe on why having those two events in a three-week span is a terrible, terrible idea? If not, you should read it, if for no other reason than to be acquainted with the phrase “bananapants.”) I found it odd that, for all the momentum ViVE purportedly has, the most interesting press releases all came from HIMSS. Curious if folks waited two weeks as a strategic move or simply to buy themselves a bit more time to get stuff approved. Who’s to say?
Adventures in Fatherhood
- We have recently discovered the Museum of Science and Boston Children’s Museum. I’ve lost track of the number of hours we’ve spent there, the dollars spent on parking, or the steps taken chasing my curious, independent, and speedy son from one exhibit to another. Boy, has it been fun, though.
- I have a habit of injecting song lyrics into the books I read to my son, if for no other reason than to amuse myself and my wife. (Especially if it’s something we’re reading for the 123rd time.) I have to be careful, though. In the last couple weeks, my son has 1) randomly belted out “Take these broken wings and learn to fly again!” and 2) said to one of his toys, “Move! Get out the way!”
- I was having a conversation with one of my son’s friends at school at pickup one day. I made a bad joke, and my son immediately yelled, “That’s a Dad Joke!” His friend was confused, so I explained the concept and then asked if her dad told Dad Jokes. Evidently, he did not. I was flummoxed.
Have a happy March. May your bracket not get busted, if you’re into that sort of thing. I watch for the upsets, which can be a bit, well, upsetting for my wife, who attended that bucolic private university in the ACC that no one likes. (Wait, I have to mention that it’s not the one founded by the railroad magnate. I mean, I *suppose* Stanford is on the Atlantic Coast if you have a boat with a lot of fuel. Ah, big-time college athletics!)