I am particularly interested in states of mind--anxiety, depression, dementia, face blindness, etc. So I assumed I was just in a fretful aging lady sort of state each morning as I went to work, barely able to contain my visions of disaster when I'd get stuck in traffic directly under the large construction cranes on Colfax or 17th Avenue.

Just now, however, a news spot on the radio announced that a 60 foot section of crane had indeed collapsed at Fitzsimmons! So not anxiety, but reality! That does it; I'm taking 23rd to work.