Checkout time at the hotel is Noon. Flight departure is in teh 6PM hour. I have no sermon.
So before I got booted out of my hotel room I googled free wireless spots in the city of San Diego and found a nice funky little sandwich/coffee/wifi spot called Krakatoa. It’s in a funky part of town, makes a really good white chocolate mocha, and the wireless is G-class (it’s fast).
So now I’m considering how to communicate the fall of man while typing away at a rickety wooden table, listening to the folks around me talk about last night’s parties, life, relationships, 9/11 and commercialism. It’s fun.