While they were there, the days were completed for her to give birth. And she gave birth to her firstborn son; and she wrapped Him in cloths, and laid him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.
I took this of Ian last night. It is possibly my best person-picture ever; I think it captures some of who Ian is, or at least some of what I see in him.
Also it appeals to me right now because I took a test that really proved I know nothing about calculus. Although I studied diligently for probably 20 hours in the last 5 days, still I obviously failed ot understand anything. I might as well have turned the thing in blank, for all the good my agonizing for 50 minutes did. I feel so awful… I guess that puts a crimp in my budding career as a mathematician!
On a brighter note, what is one really strange thing you do? Mine: I pick tiny bits of white stuff off of our dark green carpet instead of doing my push-ups.
– KF –