Chee Chee Chee

“You say ‘chee’ if someone has done something that needs to be called out and “chee chee chee” if its something REALLY bad.” This is one of the many things I learned from my pocket-sized and pleasingly sharp-tongued Bengali friend Ritu. Incidentally she provided more than suitable instruction on proper stroke work-ups and how to more efficiently have patients discharged. Go neurology!

I digress if only to distract myself from the impeding shame. Given my inexcusable absence from chez moi éléctronique, I must auto-admonish.

Chee chee chee, Cecil Ray. Chee chee chee.

So, check it out for updates soon. Promise. Since this is the season of renewal and repentance, I will fully recommit myself to chronicling things experienced and imagined and in the case of this weekend, those things delightfully in between.