I was suffering from insomnia on Christmas morning this year. I woke up at three am, and lay wide awake in bed for the next two hours. Personally I blame the fact that I have no idea what a sugarplum looks like. My imagination turns sugarplums into a cross between Audrey II and the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man. When you’re dreaming of those things, of course you’re not going to be able to sleep.
At five o’clock I finally got up and went downstairs to read. Patrick Lencioni’s latest book, Getting Naked, had been sitting in my to read pile for awhile. Two and a half hours later the mice still weren’t stirring, but I had read the book cover to cover. Why was I able to finish the book so quickly? No, not because it was a picture book of people getting naked. It’s structured as a first-person narrative, or as the author calls his works – fables.
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No, I haven’t decided to get married 6 times, and behead a couple of my ex-wives. Much to the relief of my wife, Yuri.
No, I’m talking about Henry’s status as “Defender of the Faith” that he was awarded by the pope, a couple of years before getting ex-communicated. See, I’m pretty sure that my sea change in beliefs around public education have undergone as fundamental shift over the last two years.
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