I also had to explain the sordid details of my recent medical history to two separate individuals, and give brutally honest answers to questions like, "How old is your baby now?", and "Is it a boy or a girl?"
Nothing else I did today seemed to go exactly according to plan, either. All of a sudden, despite being unemployed and having no children, I have a thousand places to be. But while I was sitting in traffic, watching my eggs and yogurt spoil, I heard this song on the radio. It didn't actually help much, but it did put things in some perspective.
And I am very thankful at least that we haven't been blown away by tornados or flooded out of the neighborhood. I'm starting to develop a phobia of natural disasters.