That our car won’t pass inspection. That the bread I’m baking for dinner tomorrow won’t rise. That I’ll get fat. That worms will devour the kale at the campus garden I manage. That the student I supervise won’t get the grant. That my contract won’t be renewed. That I’ll get fat. That my dad’s Parkinson’s will decimate his mind. That my mom’s arthritis will leave her unable to tend her perennials. That my husband will get hit by a car while riding his bike. That I’ll get fat.
