Every once in awhile a terrifying moment reminds me just how little control I have over my own life.
A recent few…
Today the wind was gusting (probably not a verb) so much near the lakefront in Chicago that I thought I was going to fall over on my bicycle. I’ve ridden for three years to and from work and never experienced wind like this. Now, if I fall, no big deal. I won’t die. But… I’m also carrying my six pound dog on my back in, uh, a backpack. Didn’t need the work “back†in that sentence. Too late!
