Borrowed Time

SO they say that there's a first time for everything - in this case, thank goodness that the first time wasn't the last.

I've been fortunate enough to never have been in an accident up until now. And, considering that I really could have died last night is seriously saddening. I was on 280NB, heading home after the Sharks game, and there was a disabled vehicle in my lane (no lights) that I didn't see until the last minute - it was behind a curve. I swerved to get out of the way and a few bumps and spins later I was dazed and bleeding, on the phone with 911.

One thing I'm especially grateful for is that I was driving a Pontiac and not something less substantial. The other things that I am grateful for: walking away with only minor injuries and that the other car was okay.

The firefighter EMTs and CHP officers were all very nice and helpful. They seemed really concerned and were surprisingly pleasant. Even the tow truck driver was friendly and accommodating - I lucked out on SO many counts last night.

Now to wait and hear from insurance. I have vowed to avoid dark, curvy freeways at night and the next car I buy will have one hell of a frame structure, just in case. I'm putting any trips and unnecessary expenses on the backburner until I get the bill.

Andy and Alex, those darlings, picked me up in Mountain View at midnight and took care of me. They fed me burgers and booze, watched Beauty and the Beast with me, and made me laugh. I am incredibly lucky, to be alive and to have such great friends.


I smacked my head.


Rupert smacked his head.