Less than a mile from her place of work, a lady slid over the center line, t-boned him and sent him into a ditch. No one was hurt, other than the fact that he now feels rather stiff. Anyway, the aftermath, coupled with a snarl of immobile traffic on the Glenn Highway, kept he and Prickly Pear Blossom from returning home for over four hours, until after 9:00 PM.
I had just taken Sunflower to work when Toast Ed called and, since Wry's parents had not come home, it was just baby and me, so I put all work aside, this blog included, until his parents arrived.
At 11:00 PM, I headed off to pick Sunflower up. As I approached the fire station, the lights that warn you to stop because fire vehicles are coming out were flashing red and I saw a fire vehicle right at the edge of the firehouse driveway, apparently about to enter the road.
I stopped. The GMC truck behind me did not - at least not until he rear-ended my Ford Taurus sedan.
So I am saving my post for later.