Yesterday morning as I was driving to meet Lisa for our midweek run, the pickup next to me decided he needed to merge into my lane car.  I honked.  He kept coming over.  I swerved to miss him, then had to swerve back to avoid a guardrail, then almost lost control of my car.

This happened FOUR MORE TIMES yesterday.  I drive a sedan, it’s not like my car is difficult to spot or anything.  The fifth time it happened, it was a truck the size of a Penske or UHaul.  I gave up and said a bad word.  I felt like I was in one of the Final Destination movies so I decided to stay home for the rest of the day and take a nap.  If I have to die, I reasoned, it may as well be in my sleep to minimize the anticipatory fear and pain factor.