do you ever wonder how you're going to die?

I usually don't. I choose not to dwell on the macabre.

However, with yesterday's big report of how swine flue affects pregnant women, I can't help but wonder, "Is this how it will end for me?" Being 7-9 months pregnant during the heart of flu season doesn't bode well.

Add in the fact that I also have asthma (which places me into another "high risk" category), and, hey, there's some cause for concern.

Truthfully, I think my chances of suffering from swine flu this fall/winter are pretty slim. I rarely, if ever, come into contact with kids. None of my co-workers have kids. I already cover my mouth when I cough, and I carry hand sanitizer in my purse. And when it comes to sickness-type things, I'm an ox. So I'm not nervous.

I contemplated these things yesterday as I had to drive to a neighboring county to walk a roadway for my work. The county in which the roadway is located is currently playing host to the annual Hells Angels rally. Apparently, thousands of Hells Angels have flooded into the area. In anticipation of their dastardly deeds, local, state and federal cops have also flooded the area.

I wondered whether my chances of being killed by a Hells Angel were greater than my chances of being killed by swine flu. Considering that I saw not one motorcyclist, other than two state patrol, I'm guessing swine flu it is.

Incidentally, I saw the state motorcycle cops on the freeway heading back to my office. They were passing everyone, sirens blaring and lights flashing. I was hoping I'd come upon a gang fight or something, but when I finally caught up with the state patrol, guess where they were? Driving into the parking lot at McDonalds.

Hmmmm, so glad they're here to protect us.