Darren = Dumbass
You know, after 33 years on this spinning orb we call home, you’d think I’d understand how my body works:
Candle - Both Ends = Probable Illness
And, to augment this particular equation:
Candle - Both Ends + Many Hands Shaken = Certain Illness
I had to bail out of BarCamp Vancouver at about noon, because I was wrecked and could feel the aforementioned illness coming on. So, I flew home to Malta all hoarse, feverish and plague-ridden. It was unpleasant.
Mind you, I didn’t end up on the floor sucking oxygen from a tank, which is what happened the last time I got sick while flying across the Atlantic.
In any case, I was disappointed to miss much of BarCamp, and not to have another shot at giving my 1100 Stacies talk. I really must employ more discipline the next time I visit Vancouver, and pace myself accordingly. By all accounts, however, the day was a raging success.
I’m currently wading in self pity:
Illness + Jet Lag + Heat Wave = Meh
Things should return to normalcy around here in the next couple of days.
darren 