Don't Panic

Well... You've done it... Once again... Made a complete hash of things...

Good for you.

So you zigged when you should have zagged, turned left instead of right, jumped when it would have been better to duck. You danced out of step, sang the wrong words to the song, stood up when everyone else sat down.

At least you were out there – zigging, turning, and jumping. You stood up, sang out, and danced.

Life is messy. That's why every really hoopy frood needs to know where his towel is. Thus, today, we celebrate the 12th annual Towel Day.

If you have not read Douglas Adams' “The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy,” 1) shame on you, 2) please visit this link to find out just what exactly in the heck I'm talking about:

Towel Day 

In “The Hitchhiker's Guide,” we learn that a towel “is about the most massively useful thing” and that knowing “where your towel is” is a sign of froodiness/commendable personal character. In addition to the practical uses outlined by Mr. Adams (use it to sail a mini raft down the slow heavy river Moth; wet it for use in hand-to-hand-combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or to avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal), having a towel at your side is a continual reminder that no matter how hoopy/together you may be, mistakes will be made, outcomes will come out poorly, and clean up is often necessary.

And that's OK.

Today's lesson: Know where your towel is.

Next: Maybe I'll piggyback something on another dead writer's work...