First, in the 'Felix Qui Potuit Rerum Cognoscere Causas (Happy is she who is able to know the cause of things)' department, I am happy to study that the mystery backside the Britney breakdown has been solved. Rachel has traced it back to the obscene corporeality of emails sent out by FlyLady.

Second, on the polar contrary is this quote from Rob Bell in Velvet Elvis about jumping on a trampoline with his boys:

"Sometimes when my boys and I are jumping and one of us starts laughing, we all start laughing. We're jumping and we're brusk of breath and we're sweating and we're having such a great time. When we're too exhausted to spring anymore, we'll lie down on the mat and stare up at the vast blue sky above us and watch the clouds get by and listen to the breeze equally it moves the leaves overhead. I'll be in that location on my dorsum, and I'll say a short prayer: "God, I can't believe I get to live this life."

I think I am going to try and discover a trampoline moment today…