#19: When it Doesn't All Depend on Me, Random Nature Sightings, and My Grip on Reality

I was sitting in bed two weeks ago with whatever feverish yuck had been floating around my house this year, and I was musing at the ways in which life has been so interrupted and yet everything's okay. January and February were supposed to be my busiest months of the year. And they are, to some extent. But half the things I thought I would have to do, I…