Thanks for all of your support

My regular readers (all both of them) have offered a lot of support in the past few days.

That and time seem to have taken care of the worst of the net effects of the accident. The insurance company adjuster was very helpful as well. She said: "It's not as though you left the house with "hit pedestrian" marked in your daytimer".

Meantime, the level of school-related work (much of which I missed over the weekend by mooning about over the crash) has cranked up significantly, producing a distraction beneath which the hamster of guilt and worry can accelerate away on his squeaky little wheel without fracturing my outer equilibrium.

Internally, things are levelling off. I've never considered myself the world's most fragile flower, emotionally. My mother essentially said "Things happen. Now get over it".

And it's true. I think half of the reason we hear so much about the impact of "traumas" in daily life now has to do in equal parts with the cult of victimhood, the idea that horrid events must leave some psychic residue, and the modern preoccupation with the self.

I've rarely been so preoccupied with my own feelings, at least not since an angst-ridden teenagerhood. For the couple of days it made sense, and it was worth it. We need time to feel rotten about rotten things.

But I refuse to dwell on this any longer. I recognize that from time to time it will rise up in unexpected moments, and I accept that, and it's not necessarily bad.

The car will be replaced, taking its starred windshield with it. Jennifer will recover with time and therapy, and the medical costs will probably be covered by a combination of her insurance and socialized medicine (thank whatever I believe in for democratic socialism). That's what insurance is for: For accidents. Which this is, and I think I've come to terms with that.

Just the same--I find myself driving under the speed limit. I occasionally hesitate at lights, even with the right of way. Sometimes I get unpleasant momentary flashbacks when I glance away from the road. But this too shall pass. Eventually I will visit a driving school and get reassessed, to ensure that the few trailing effects have dissipated.

Meantime the sky is blue and the air is warm and I celebrate the coming of another spring.

Life goes on.

For the most part pleasantly.

I intend this to be the last post specifically dedicated to my accident. What next? Come back and find out.