38 Days Later . . .

I just drove home in my car.  My car.  I am almost $700 in the hole (because my insurance company are assholes and NJ has the most dumbass insurance laws) but I have my car.  My lease is up June 6th and, as a result of this crash which was no fault of my own, I now cannot afford to return it ($450 "disposition fee") and lease a new car, so I might be releasing it.  I must first consult with my financial consultant and my automobile consultant (also known at my sister and her husband, respectively).  I adore the features in this car (radio and CD controls on the steering wheel should be a requirement) and I was actually looking at leasing the same car in a sedan model (current car - so pretty).

I am still in pain.  I still dream of sending a box of cat poo to the claims adjuster.  I still plan to change can insurance as soon as I decide on a new car or renew my lease.  I drove home like a nervous old woman.  But I have my car back.

In the meantime, I am attempting to knit, but it takes forever because I can't knit while I am flat on my back due to pain.