Today, I was in an accident.
Sorry, baby, but I had to crash that Honda.
I'm fine. Wasn't my fault. Shaken, and will be sore the next few days.
My full insurance will cover my car seeing that the young man who pulled the louie in front of me explained to the officer that he was in from Mexico three weeks ago and had no insurance, identification, or green card.
But per the theme of this blog, I am so wonderfully grateful that when all was done and I got home, I could call MS and chat with her and give me a semblance of solace that can only come from a good friend.
I've a bit of a black cloud running, but all will be well. And if I didn't have that outlet with MS tonight, her understanding and compassion and ability to joke with me, my sanity would be gone.
It's different, and it's sad, but it's certainly not all bad as it rolls out.