I got in a car accident on Friday. Everyone is fine, no one was hurt, but my car is in the shop and it's gong to take some time (and money) to fix. I'm still a little shaken up by it all. It didn't occur to me until the next day, when I was talking to my parents, that saying "The driver's side door in mashed up" indicated that I was actually quite lucky not to be hurt. That's the driver's side door. As in, the bits of metal that were between me and the front of that '84 Olds that hit me. Sigh.

My insurance pays for a rental car, so I got one from Enterprise. They do, indeed, pick you up, which is quite nice. However, in the car on the way back to the office, the Enterprise chick was telling me about the rash of car thefts in the neighborhood.Then she gave me a zippy little red car that's much more tempting than my plain old Geo Prizm. So I'm paranoid as hell about this car getting stolen. That would be just fucking fabulous, wouldn't it?

In other news, Jane castigated me for being a wimp about going up on the roof of my house: "OK, if I can get up on my steeply pitched, angular roof and clean my gutters, you can get up on your flat little Chicago number. Which should be true. However, I'm a wimp, and she's a homeowning stud. And the problem isn't the roof itself -- it's that four feet or so between the top of the ladder and the hatch to the roof. And I'm a wimp. I have no problem copping to that.