I had a client, Mary, who ordered a temp about twice a month. She wasn't particularly interesting to talk to; she was nice enough but she was all business. "I need a temp, must know Word and Excel, have at least 8,000 keystrokes, must have customer service skills." That's about all she'd say. No chit chat about our weekends. No small talk about the weather. Nothing.

It was still a shock when I found out she was killed last night in a car accident. She ran right through the railroad crossing guard rails and was killed instantly. She was only 30 years old.

Why is it that when someone dies, people always say, "Oh my god. I JUST talked to her yesterday" as if that means anything? I know it doesn't make any sense, but today I said the same thing. "I JUST talked to her last week." Weird.

I've been thinking a lot about death lately. Maybe it's because I'm getting older; I don't know. All I know is, I've been thinking really morbid thoughts. I'll look down at the veins in my wrists and think, "Eventually, when I die, my hands are going to shrivel up and these veins will collapse" or "Someday, I WILL breathe my last breath. Someday, that moment will come when I will die. I can cross on the green and look both ways, eat right, exercise, get yearly check ups, etc., but there is no avoiding it." Stuff like that. Horrible, huh?

Okay, I'm going to stop now. Scaring myself.