While coming back from my 15-minute break along the river, I decided not to take the footbridge. It had become infested with rowdy high school boys, and I was so not in the mood for that. So, I took the railroad bridge. Walking on the ties made me a little dizzy, and walking the rail would take too long, so I chose to walk on the long planks next to the rails. The problem is, there isn't too much underneath those planks, and the are kind of old. Bad choice. Halfway across the bridge, on of the planks popped up suddenly at the end as I stepped on it. Turns out, they are warped so badly that the nails have come up in places. Luckily, it only starled me and threw my balance. I was not plunged down into the river, or even made to twist my ankle. There was a short yet fervent prayer, and I headed back to work, covered in sweat.

On the way home from work this evening, traffic on the beltline was pretty bad. All of a sudden, some chain of events that happened to quickly to catch had me slamming on my brakes and steering towards the shoulder (and the center median wall) to avoid hitting the car ahead of me who was also braking and swerving. Again, nothing came of it other than a pounding pulse and some shaky nerves, but it was very close and would have been very bad for everybody involved.

I wonder if I should just stay home and hide under the bedcovers, in case the third time's the charm? But that would be ridiculous. I will be careful. When it *is* your time to go, ain't nothing gonna stop it.

OK, off to the music!