Propping up a dodgy memory

Somewhere between 3 and 4AM I failed to sight any meteors. Once back in bed I let myself sleep in then got another 3 hours in at work before I started limping. This whole sitting business appears to be much more complicated than necessary, but I'm enjoying every minute of productivity. At home I had one of those slow motion watch-yourself-do-something-stupid moments.

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Perhaps oxygen is my friend after all. Feeling tired now after a disturbed night and another relatively busy day, but am still pleased with the day's progress.

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Or rather, the repairer's quote has been assessed and approved. Things are ticking along nicely, insofar as "nicely" can apply to the current situation.

Had a carpark bingle leaving Charlie's this afternoon.

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It would appear that I (or my Magic Misfortune-Detecting Bank Account(tm)) was responsible for the car accident.

I'd forgotton I wrote this a couple of weeks ago: "Psst. Don't tell the car."

Of course, we also managed to squeeze in two separate cat vet bills in the interim.

I stand by my right to have been a little stressed lately.

Although we found a perfect-seeming candidate replacement car Husband hasn't exactly been in the mood to get behind the wheel so we might lose that particular opportunity. There will be others. Lovely leecetheartist is assisting with the search for a bike.

Just got a call from the assessors who say that the poor Excel aka Jezebel (for she was a rental for her first two years) is going to the car farm for a long holiday and may be some time.

The wheels of justice and insurance continue to turn. Apparently it will take three weeks for the police paperwork to catch up.

His bruise continues to change like a furry sunset, but it doesn't seem to slow him down at all. He's got a tunnel training session today, so that might be more of a test.

And now we watch the letterbox and pray for the rapid recovery of the others.