Conference, Day 1

So, I drove down south for Annual Conference. I'm staying with my friend Lauren from college, and her two cute boys -- Gunnar and Fielder -- and her husband Tate. They live right across the street (like little neighborhood street) from a lake, which is lovely, and they're only 25 minutes from the conference center.

The day yesterday was filled with wandering around and meeting new people. I sat with my minister Clarke during the afternoon session. We had a break between some reports and Randy Maddox's lecture on "Living The Wesleyan Way." During the 15 minute break, Clarke introduced me to 5 people (including the heads of Extension Ministries, Mission, and the Order of Deacon, as well as one new D.S). With one minute left before Maddox took the stage, Clarke says "Hey, want to meet the Bishop?" and he leads me up ONTO THE STAGE. The Bishop has gotten out of his chair to go to the podium to introduce Maddox, and Clarke stops him so we can meet! The Bishop was very kind and gracious, and after shaking my hand and saying how glad he was to meet me and how excited Florida is to be getting me, he stepped to the side and called the session to order! I scampered quickly offstage...

Bonus Material:
Top 3 musical moments of my day (in no particular order, and keep in mind that "top" does not equal awesome and is perhaps more akin to absurd/disturbing):
1. Babyface's version of "Fire and Rain" on the radio
2. a high school drumline marching in to accompany the praise band
3. a plea for episcopal reappointment in hymnody -- "Be Thou Our Bishop", complete with 3 verses

Spuggles' Last Stand

This morning, Lance, Chad, Ogle (briefly) and Greg came over and we packed Sara's furniture and boxes into a moving van.
This afternoon, Sara, her dad, Allen and I went to the Braves game -- the first one Sara'd been to this season. When we discovered that she'd never been to the Varsity, our dinner plans were made.

the sky was green for a while

I started feeling a little off last Wednesday,
but nothing to speak of.
Sunday night I started wheezing and woke up with a sore throat.
Last night, I sounded like a frog and/or a pre-pubescent trucker.

I stayed home sick today.
Here's how it went:

89 ounces of water
8 episodes of Gilmore Girls
6 mugs of hot green tea
2 fat free fudgecicles
1 tornado warning