I left work early to go to 5:30 yoga.
There's a section of my commute that goes from freeway speeds to dead stops in a heartbeat. A few yers ago I came but a hair's breadth from getting my '88 Honda Civic totalled by a Dodge Ram that was speeding up as it merged into my suddenly dead stopped lane. Fortunately, he dove onto the shoulder and, from the look of it, did some fair damage to the belly of his truck.
Needless to say, this is a very bad spot to drop one's water bottle.
I'm grateful because it could have been so much worse. The kid in the truck that hit me was very nice, had all of his information when he got out of the truck and was apologetic and honest.
I know it could have been much worse.
SweetPea keeps asking me if I'm ok. I tell her I am. But I know that I won't really know until, well, about the time this posts in the morning. I hope the answer remains the same.
PS: AM update: I feel fine. No problem. I am so blessed!
*Unless you count that one time, many many years ago. But I SWEAR that wrought iron fence came out of NOWHERE.