Today I quite nearly died on my way into work. As I was heading down a hill towards a somewhat busy intersection, a woman on the opposite side decided to try to turn left before I got there. In her haste to get across (perhaps egged on by the person she was talking to on the phone at the time), she neglected to notice that I was definitely going to slam right into the side of her car. But in typical mollasses-brained numbskullery, she recognized that she was about to kill me, so she stopped. In the middle of the intersection. I just barely eked by between her bumper and the car immediately behind her, also apparently unaware of my presence, also on his way to turning left, also on the phone.

Then we get this kind of sky outside the office. The dramatic contrast between the clear blue sky and the blackened cloud-covered sky fills me with awe. Almost looks like the sky was painted on. Or, more likely, that the foreground was added as an afterthought after weeks and months and years pouring over the elegance of the sky.

Anyway, I’m still alive. I’ll do my best to make it home, too.