Miscellaneous BS . . .

Yesterday was a rough day. I started out in a bad mood, a funk even. I had a sales meeting and then I was supposed to do tour. But I had missed all day working on Monday due to some family commitments so I skipped tour. I had to go to a client's future home to watch a septic tank being pumped. Actually by that time the day was getting a lot better. Weird how watching . . . . ahem . . . get sucked out of a tank can brighten your day. Maybe it was the fact there were no issues with the tank that had me happy. I don't know.

So on the way home, I thought I'd pick up a little something for my wife. She's a huge Stargate fan, and yesterday the Stargate DVD movie, The Ark of Truth, was released, so I was going to swing by Best Buy and pick it up for her. As I exited highway 512 and turned onto 94th Avenue East, traffic was backed up from 112th. I was taking a left turn at 112th, so I hopped into the turn lane. Traffic had parted to let a gentleman exit the strip mall on the west side and as he was coming across the two southbound lanes, I saw him, jammed on the brakes and laid on the horn. He neither saw me or heard me . . . we met in the most unfortunate of ways.

After making sure we were both all right, I called 911 to report the accident and we waited for the police to arrive. They did in short order and he took both our statements, which were pretty much identical and gave us the case number. When he arrived, I didn't think I'd need a tow truck . . . when we were getting ready to leave however, I noticed that there was a reddish liquid dripping from my car. So here comes the wrecker.

I'm now driving a POS Chrysler 300. I miss my little Acura already. I hope they can have it back to me in a week or so . . . it's amazing the creature comforts you get accustomed to having. Even this morning leaving the driveway I reached up to hit the button to close the garage door and realized it wasn't there. So I had to go back inside, get a remote, and head out. Hope I don't have to show too many homes this week, without my nav system I'm lost! Oh well . . . it'll look as good as new when it comes back. It's at Pacific Motor Company in Tacoma. They do fantastic work. Or at least they did a dozen or so years ago when I was in my last accident. [SIGH]

When I woke up this morning, I was still in a funk. I put away some laundry and picked up around the house a little bit. Due to my not working out and living in the drive thru the last couple of weeks, I've been hesitant to step on the scale. I really didn't want to know. I figured my weight must have ballooned up to about 310 by now for sure. But I figured I'd better find out how bad it was just so I knew how hard I had to work the next couple of weeks. I stepped on and it read 301.5. WHAT? I stepped off and stepped back on . . . 301.5. No way. So I stepped on Teri's scale. 302. OK, so let me get this straight. About all I've done to work out the past two weeks is yard work. I've eaten like a pig and I'm still down to 302? How is that possible? I must have lost muscle and gained fat? Who knows? I'll take it though.

Mood today: Frustrated but Hopeful