The collapse of the condo in Miami made me think of this. I don't know why it was suddenly this particular incident, but it just reminded me that our days are numbered, and none of us know what that number is. I already texted my daughter and told her I love her, and I can't wait to see her and my son in law on the 4th. Many other things keep popping into my head as well. It also reminded of this: How about you?
I'd try to squeeze in one last workout. And then maybe eat a whole apple pie, assuming my world ends on the last swallow.