I was in a hit and run accident today while driving around for work. I'm fine, but my fender's not. It was very Streets of San Francisco with squealing tires, except I didn't then swerve into a pile of empty cardboard boxes or a fruit cart. It was probably a little more Grand Theft Auto, at least from the big grey van's point of view. The other vehicle totally ran a red left turn arrow at top speed, clipped me coming the other direction and sped off as if leaving the scene of a crime. I can now add "Mad Driving Skills" to my list that already includes "Numchuck Skills" and "Bow Hunting Skills."

The cops showed up in a timely manner and were quite nice about the whole thing. A pleasant lady lawyer was right behind me, pulled over to be a witness, and the car was able to at least be driven home and will make on its own power to the body shop. And I never reduced my insurance coverage after the loan was paid off, so I'm covered.

All in all, it could have been a lot worse. I do have a sneaky feeling that whatever money I have to outlay in regards to this event will be about the same amount as the tax return I should be seeing in two weeks. The universe seeks balance. Money in, money out.