It turns out that last night while I was playing the Oskar Schindler of muffins ("this banana, I could have used this banana to bake just one more...."), my sister was having herself a car accident.
Driving home at night on the highway, possible mechanical error, some swerving, and some rolling over of the car a few times.
My sister bought her car on Monday.
When she called to tell me about it, I asked details about the accident, and we chatted for a minute. She sounded so normal that it didn't hit me until hours later how lucky it is that she's okay.
I feel horrible for her, not only because her car is probably totaled, and now she is very nervous to drive again, but also because it appears that she may have inherited my luck. I hope she keeps her chin up, and I hope she keeps driving. But in daylight. And maybe at like 30km/h at first.
***note: sorry about the tasteless Schindler joke, but to my tired, sick, melancholic brain it was too funny to ignore.