That rude Brother Maynard reflects on last week’s UnConference and accuses me (left) of looking tired from either carousing or praying. Ahhh . . more like flying across the world and screwing up my body clock.
The UnConference
That rude Brother Maynard reflects on last week’s UnConference and accuses me (left) of looking tired from either carousing or praying. Ahhh . . more like flying across the world and screwing up my body clock.
(The CyberGremlin is after me…third time is either a charm or I’m out!)
Andrew…I think it was a mix of all those, eh? He could have pointed his camera in any direction in that room and come out with basically the same shot!
I didn’t have jet lag, but I didn’t get to sleep before midnight in five days–and that’s deadly for this old sleep-deprived Abbess….the Lord was there with us, however, lending his strength in our weakness, eh?
Tired? I just thought you were flirting with my wife…:)
Tired? I just thought you were flirting with my wife…:)
There’s your mistake. Clocks should be wound up not screwed up.
Perhaps you had been reading his blog with the headache inducing backdrop design?