Thus far, we’ve been blessedly unsuccessful in finding pictures of me bawling all over the place (it pays to have friends on the communications team who can head such things off at the pass), but there’s this lovely gem from the discussion part. On my right, pre-snot, is Ted the soon-to-be human hankie, and to my left, a colleague speaking about the hopeful future Vermont will enjoy as part of New England. And me, smack dab in the middle, looking like the vision of hope and non-anxious presence. oy.
I swear, the look on my face (yeah, here you go, nice and big for you) is poorly-controlled sorrow, not a reflection of my feelings for the speaker or for the Conference to which he (and who knows, I) may soon belong.
Well, at least we know I’m not going to quit my day job and play poker. Besides, the UMC frowns on gambling. Not as much as I frown, apparently, but it frowns nonetheless.