As this took place close to my home, I turned back and came home, calling the office to take a day's leave from work. A frightening thought came to mind that it could have been me. What if the tree had fallen on my car and crushed me in the process? Scary thought. Life is so very fragile.
At home, I drew the curtains which I rarely do and let in the sunlight. I did some gardening, something I've not done for a while. I washed the balcony and cleaned the French windows. I boiled some barley water for my very bad throat and put some dirty laundry to wash, using a new washing powder my mom got for me which supposedly allows indoor drying without any odour. I might go see a doctor for my throat later too.
All these generated a thought: I used to always fight for what is right and what should be. As I age, I understand more and more that, sometimes, it is futile to fight especially if the situation is beyond our control. Life can be uncomplicated which can only be a good thing.
OK, the washing machine is beeping which means the laundry is done. Have a good day, everyone!