The telltale heart

I was messing around on the internet a few minutes ago with the high speed access that I have surreptitously tapped into at work. The phone rang. The caller identified herself as being from the Internet Audit department. My entire professional career flashed before my eyes as I envisioned being caught stealing valuable internet bandwidth (or whatever it is) from the hospital.

Well, she actually didn't say "Internet" audit. It was Internal Audit, and she was calling to let me know that the board of directors for the Critical Care Nurse association had a gift for me for doing that talk on sepsis a few weeks ago.

It's so funny how the guilty mind works.

Naughty-naughty

I have ministry training this weekend. The topic is Canon Law, which is usually pretty boring stuff--annulments and whatnot. It has gotten somewhat more interesting recently because the guy who teaches it is the Canon Lawyer for the diocese who handles all the priest abuse cases.
He's an odd guy and you would never guess that he is a priest himself, because he talks like a character in a cheap novel. It's kind of funny to see him on tv in his priest clothes, with his hands folded in a pious gesture, explaining why this or that priest has run off to mexico or whatever.