Anyone who has lived for even a short time must agree with Robert Burns that
The best laid schemes o' mice an' men
Gang aft a-gley, [often go awry].
And so it was that I drove to Ogden on Friday to pick up a couple of works of art that had not sold at a gallery auction. I loaded them into the car, drove away, knowing that my day was already a success. Two blocks later, I ran a stop sign. An innocent woman, driving a new Kia, blew into the left front of my car. Police assured me that it "could have been worse," that no one was hurt. I knew that, but I also knew my day was going to be different than I had thought.
When I finally got home with a rental car, I took a Lorazapam to calm my shot nerves and a couple of Hydrocortisone to boost my adrenaline.
And "So it goes," says Billy Joel in Slaughterhouse Five. Once again I am grateful for boring, uneventful days, when nothing, absolutely nothing happens.
