I know that the world is burning down around me, and the sky looks like Pompeii on a bad day, and that work will likely be a royal pain in the ass of clients and shit-eating, but you know what? I just ran ten miles, and the iPod was nice enough to put on Guns ‘n’ Roses playing “Knocking on Heaven’s Door.” The live version from the Freddie Mercury Concert. The one where Axl cries, “Gimme some reggae!” and the world is burst of joyous, riotous dance. And I know it’s a little thing, a wee synchronicity that might have happened on any day during any run, but I’ll take it. Good God, yes, I’ll take it.