I'm way out of practice. Normally my thoughts go into my journal in lovely printed handwriting or into an email for Ash, not out to the masses. I'm not even sure what my philosophy is on the ever-decreasing privacy of our lives and identities in this age of worldwide webbing, guys, but you know what? My great-grandpa complained about every single newfangled installment of forward-thinking and efficiency until the day he died, so I'm just going to get over it. Welcome to my life.
So it's 2:00 on a Friday afternoon; the Nashville heavens have opened and dumped all their leftover Christmas fluff on our streets, so there's a 20-car pile-up on I-24 (God have mercy--and forgive me for laughing! Ah, but it didn't register in my mind as something that probably harmed a lot of people; instead I got a cartoon reel of the Toyota version of Jacob's ladder in my imagination. Wow). Anyway, I'm cozy in Emily's living room with Mol and JT, working on Mosaic stuff, glad that my babysitting gig was cancelled today.
Yesterday brought with it some crazy, exciting news via Ash Harris, and his response to such news was as follows: Life gives you lemons; make lemonade. What do you do when life gives you lemonade?
Have a party, of course, and share the lemonade with everyone.
The brilliant mind that brought you 1C13.org, ladies and gentlemen, is now preparing for project number numero dos: freelemonade.org. Stay tuned.
Happy weekend, gang.
