And I thought I had problems.
I just wandered past the bedroom with the television in it, and caught a news report: the space shuttle Columbia, which was gliding in for a landing and was due 15 minutes ago, has vanished from radar and is out of radio contact.
Suddenly I feel very cold.
(Note that on reentry, the shuttle has no use of its engines, and "the glide path of a polished brick".)