I've started describing the stability of my current life plan as being out on a limb. On a branch actively breaking off a tree 400 feet up, in a strong wind suggestive of a fast-approaching thunderstorm, and I'm lunging, to save myself, at a passing metal-framed kite that's tethered by fraying string to a 5 year old on the ground who is also working on a very drippy popsicle and is about to get stung by a hornet.