I was driving to work on Tuesday in the pre-dawn wet gloom after a ton of rain the night before, minding my own business. I'd just gotten off the phone with my brother, Edward, who lives in Texas and was contemplating the advice he'd given me. I'd failed to flip the brights back on after passing an oncoming car on the winding country road that I drive every day, and I was totally surprised by the tree that had suddenly appeared across the road in front of me. It had recently fallen. The tip was in the opposite lane, and the roots off the road to my left. The trunk was about 5 inches in diameter right in front of my windshield, and branches dangled to the ground. I didn't even have time to hit the brakes! Rather than decapitating me, however, the tree exploded when I hit it. It was rotten, thankfully, and pieces of it littered the area. I was shaken but not hurt, and I don't care what my bumper looks like.

Reflection: I guess work, landlord, arthritis, stepson, and dwelling issues aren't that bad; at least I'm still hear to face them. :)