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As I've noted on various occasions, life has been very good to me. I sometimes think, as the cliché has it, that I'm lucky to be alive.
Then there are days like yesterday, when that is rather more literally true than usual.
To set some background, we had returned fairly late Sunday night from the Dance Flurry, which involved some 3½ hours of driving after a fairly exhausting weekend. Under these circumstance, one might expect to have to be constantly on guard against falling asleep at the wheel, but neither of us had any trouble staying awake.
Monday morning, we woke feeling reasonably refreshed and surprisingly un-sore, and decided that we should take a brief trip to the Gloucester house, where we hadn't been since sometime in December. So we set out after lunch, with me driving.
As we got near our destination, I noticed that I was beginning to feel rather sleepy (leftover exhaustion from the weekend?), and thought "It's a good thing we're nearly there". And then, somewhere between exits 13 and 12 on Route 128, I was suddenly aware of impact on the left side of my head, and of the fact that the car was moving in sudden and unexpected ways. During the course of a few terrifying seconds, I managed to get the car under control and onto the right shoulder, while![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jwg shouted "What happened?" and I said "I think I fell asleep." (He too had been asleep.) I had, it appears, bounced off the left-hand guard rail.
The car suffered various dents to the left side, one of which was so placed as to require some force to get the driver's-side door open sufficiently for easy entrance and exit. (It still won't open all the way, but John thinks he can fix that without professional assistance.) Otherwise the car is undamaged, and so are we. After a few minutes, I got back on the road and drove the rest of the way to the house, now fully awake, as you can imagine.
Fortunately, it being about 3:00 PM on a holiday, traffic was extremely light, and whatever cars were in the vicinity were able to avoid hitting, or being hit by, our car. I don't know what the whole thing looked like from the outside, and I don't think I want to know.
If I believed in supernatural beings, I would surely be thanking one today. As it is, I consider myself, as I said above, lucky to be alive.
Then there are days like yesterday, when that is rather more literally true than usual.
To set some background, we had returned fairly late Sunday night from the Dance Flurry, which involved some 3½ hours of driving after a fairly exhausting weekend. Under these circumstance, one might expect to have to be constantly on guard against falling asleep at the wheel, but neither of us had any trouble staying awake.
Monday morning, we woke feeling reasonably refreshed and surprisingly un-sore, and decided that we should take a brief trip to the Gloucester house, where we hadn't been since sometime in December. So we set out after lunch, with me driving.
As we got near our destination, I noticed that I was beginning to feel rather sleepy (leftover exhaustion from the weekend?), and thought "It's a good thing we're nearly there". And then, somewhere between exits 13 and 12 on Route 128, I was suddenly aware of impact on the left side of my head, and of the fact that the car was moving in sudden and unexpected ways. During the course of a few terrifying seconds, I managed to get the car under control and onto the right shoulder, while
jwg shouted "What happened?" and I said "I think I fell asleep." (He too had been asleep.) I had, it appears, bounced off the left-hand guard rail.The car suffered various dents to the left side, one of which was so placed as to require some force to get the driver's-side door open sufficiently for easy entrance and exit. (It still won't open all the way, but John thinks he can fix that without professional assistance.) Otherwise the car is undamaged, and so are we. After a few minutes, I got back on the road and drove the rest of the way to the house, now fully awake, as you can imagine.
Fortunately, it being about 3:00 PM on a holiday, traffic was extremely light, and whatever cars were in the vicinity were able to avoid hitting, or being hit by, our car. I don't know what the whole thing looked like from the outside, and I don't think I want to know.
If I believed in supernatural beings, I would surely be thanking one today. As it is, I consider myself, as I said above, lucky to be alive.
