I had grand plans for Friday. Since I’ve been a bit busy with a grant that we submitted on Thursday- I thought on Friday I would go into my office, take care of one appointment, then have lunch w/DrMrA and take my stuff and work at home for a couple of hours on some slides I need for a talk next week. … then pick up the littleA at school and we could do something fun together.
Isn’t there a saying about the best laid plans?
There was a torrential downpour. I got soaked (and I mean SOAKED) in the few steps from my building to my car. I pulled out onto the main road and stopped at the red light. One minute I was on my way out to lunch- the next minute there was a huge loud crashing noise and the car was moving. First, I thought the car had been struck by lightening. Then I realized that the car in front of me had a dented bumper- and I spent about 3 seconds (although it felt more like 5 minutes) feeling horrified that I hit the car in front of me. Then, I turned around, looked over my shoulder and realized that the back of my car was completely crushed in. I don’t want to describe the aftermath… it was obviously not what I had planned for the day.
I’m insanely sore, but otherwise ok. No kids were in the car, thank goodness.