Well, well, well, what a turn of events we have had here in the shutitdown world this past week. As you know, my driving skills can only be described as "challenged." So when I got into this last accident, although it was not my fault, I accepted that I must, in some cosmic way, be to blame. So when I got a phone call a few days ago from the officer who responded to the accident, I was pretty surprised. Between bites of his doughnut he said to me, "Well, I know you were pretty upset at the scene of the accident. You said it wasn't your fault a number of times. So I decided to consult with some of my colleagues with more experience in the field and we went back to the intersection, and we have determined that you are correct. You were not at fault." Although I am in a fiction writing course this semester, this last paragraph was not an assignment for that class. It's all true. Let me summarize. A cop admitted he was wrong. I was in a car accident that was not my fault. It's like some tectonic plate under the earth shifted and all of a sudden I was caught in some parallel universe where things--unlike in my regular day-to-day life--were as they should be. So now I am going to have the riches of the insurance company and hopefully a golden tiara at some point soon.

Regarding the therapy, so far my therapist has decided one crucial piece of information about me. I need too much outside validation. And I haven't even told her about the webpage yet... Imagine?