Donald Trump in an inside out, upside down sorta’ way reminded me of an obscure saying of one of the desert fathers that I would have been exposed to decades ago in either monastic or seminary formation. The saying has stuck with me and has informed my understanding of faith, which I’ve illustroblogged about herein. At any rate, per omnia secula seculorum. Amen.
A couple of days ago I woke up and found that my iPad Pro hadn’t charged at all even though it was plugged in all night long. A subsequent series of frustrating online chats and telephone calls with several technicians, and even a brand new, replacement iPad Pro that, for some reason, wouldn’t allow me to restore two recent backups from my iTunes drove me to the nearest bar! Yes, the Genius Bar, 35 miles away.
I’m up and running again, thank goodness (and Apple Care), but I did have to spend several hours at the bar trouble shooting. Plan A didn’t work. Plan B didn’t work. Finally, Plan C worked; and I walked away with most of my data, a new device, and this image, which I started in Sketch Club and finished in Procreate.