And so the week starts to wind on....  is it really only Tuesday?

I am still not very sure about this Twitter thing.  Years ago I had signed up and then decamped when my daughter argued vociferously that she needed at least one social network where her mother was not active.  Recent events have tempted me to go back, but I was not happy to find out that "beladona" had been taken by someone else!  How dare they?  That has been my online moniker since 1994 and was my original Twitter handle as well!  But I signed up anyway and if you want to follow me, try @CarolHTucker.  

I find it interesting that many medical practitioners do not want to take responsibility for patient satisfaction.   I rather like that Medicare is starting to ask the patients how they feel about the service that was received.  Everyone else is held responsible for how they interact with their customers, why not hospitals and doctors?  If long waits leave patients grumpy, then maybe the ER needs to overhaul their processes and procedures to manage the waiting time, neh? 

Along these same lines, one blogger asks who made the rules on writing about businesses? 

The slow crawl of the Enterprise through the streets of LA was strewn with controversy as trees were felled and signs removed for the passage.  Can anything show more clearly that the shuttle belongs in space instead of on the ground?

Do you agree that making a bike out of cardboard is a game changer?  It certainly would make it easier to take upstairs in an apartment building like mine!  And speaking of changing the rule, when was the last time you gave it that Hallmark touch?  I used to buy cards by the dozen and I couldn't tell you when the last time I was in a card store!  

Did you ever wonder where all those old WWII bombs went?  I guess that I thought they disassembled them -- you know, beating swords into plowshares.  But even M&Ms can run into problems with discards and wastes....

Depression is insidious, it seems to leach all the color out of the world.  So it is no surprise that it causes a chemical reaction in the brain, neh?  The question is:  would you take a happy pill if given the choice?  It would seem that a lot of folks have decided just to give up.  Simon throws in comments about how he stays positive, along with his take on the "fake" disabled.   And Forbes provides us with a list of 40 things to say before you die.

Would that it was this easy: