I am usually an exceedingly rational person yet for some silly reason I had this creeping feeling for the last couple weeks I've known about the probes return that it was going to crash into my house and kill me. Very unlike me to think that way.

The persistence of the thought itself kind of gave me the creeps.

I can't explain it, it's absurd. The odds were astronomical in the truest sense of the word, and yet it did not happen and I am grateful.