Yesterday I was in my second car accident in two months. Both happened on a Monday on my way in to work, just for some extra salt in the Monday wound. This time the douchebag who caused it high-tailed it away from the scene.
After I pulled off of Woodward, I dealt with the usual post-accident trembling and shakiness and tear-fighting. I called Dave, called in to work, and called the cops to come file a report. Come they did and thankfully, as we sorted out the details standing there in the pouring rain, they agreed that I was not at fault.
I went home and spent a couple hours on the phone with 6 different insurance people working out the claims. Some I had to call, others I had to wait around for them to call me. In the end, they agreed to waive the deductibles for both claims, and the body shop is going to comp us a rental car. Win. Unfortunately they can't get us in until next week.
While getting that sorted out I made a big pot of oatmeal, the hearty, slow-cook, whole grain kind, not the instant stuff. I added to it cinnamon, brown sugar, maple syrup, and raisins. Dave and I each had a big bowl of it. Dave ate his while he worked. I ate mine curled up the couch staring out at the rain and grey, dreary day, intermittently taking calls from the insurance folks.
Dave and I decided that because I was going to need to use his car for the next week, there were a couple critical repairs to get done ASAP, and since I was already missing most of work for today, we'd take care of it that day. So we dropped his car off up at the shop to get a new tire to replace the defective one that was shredding apart, and to replace his headlight that was out.
Once we got home, I allowed myself the luxury of going back to bed. My belly was full of comfort-food goodness, my tension was finally easing, and the rain was softly rat-a-tat-tatting against the window. I curled up on my side and Max stretched out with his back against my chest with his warm little body snuggled up to me. I immediately fell into the most perfect, pristine, and deep sleep. It was glorious.
I was out cold.
As a frequent insomniac / chronic restless sleeper, sleep like that is precious and rare.
Dave woke me up a little over an hour later letting me know that his car was ready. We picked it up and I went in to work from there, getting to the office at 3:15. I ran a single report and checked up on emails, nothing urgent. I felt that coming in to the office was the "right" thing to do from an appearance standpoint, but I shouldn't have. I totally should have stayed in bed.