Ok, I'm better now...I can't wait to give the thing a good first run. I want to run to the local coffeehouse and give it a go.
I'll probably do that later on in the evening.
Early this morning I was awakened by the sound of annoying sirens. At first my brain didn't compute that it was a warning, but eventually I got there. I got up and listened a bit. Lo and behold they were Tornado warning sirens. So, I got up and of course, went outside to look. It seemed fine, so I went back inside to turn the TV on to get a scoop of the local weather. It's 4 in the morning and I'm watching the weather. I'm crazy. I live on the second floor, and our complex doesn't have any basement, so I really wasn't sure if I should go anywhere, so I stayed put on the couch. The wind was roaring in our fireplace and the TV news guy was going on and on about storms and their tails. I listened intently for about 5 minutes before I had to go back outside and check again. This time it was downpouring and I received a wonderful wet storm kiss as I walked outside in my PJ's. The wind was so strong it almost ripped the door from my hands. I shut the door and walked to the landing on the stairs. The weather, I have to say, was beautiful. I went back inside, gave the weather guy one more go, and then I decided that the threat had passed and went back to bed. All in all the little detour in my sleep only lasted about a half hour. I'll have to get that half hour back tonight.
It didn't help that I woke up thinking that it was Friday. What a cruel joke my mind played on me. I still have 2 days to go before the weekend....or more importantly, First Friday Art walk. I'm pretty stoked to go and walk around with all of the sights and people and food and smells. My favorite thing to do is find the music downtown. All of the "local talent" that stake their meager spaces on the sidewalk and serenade the city with their bluegrass, rock, or just some simple congas and a guitar played by a few shoeless hippies that do what they love and love what they do. What a carefree life.
I hope it doesn't rain..
I think that Jesus would have hung out with the flappers in the 20's, the rock'n'rollers of the 50's, the beats of the 60's, the hippies of the 70's, the punks of the 80's and the grunge of the 90's. He would have been their friend without judgement, yet a leader with a following. He wouldn't have embraced their ideals, he would have led them to the right ones.
What a guy.
