Or gets the filling on Remember Me finally finished:
Of course, this reflects the limit of my ability to concentrate this week.
A little over a week ago, the Big Kid was involved in a traffic accident with a drunk driver, who not only hit him hard enough to spin him around but also had her ten-year-old child in the car with her. He is OK--or as he put it, both eyes are looking in the same direction and all his insides are still inside and in the correct places. He does start PT this week for his back and knees, and his car is totaled. However, he was alone in the car so Wife and The Flash were not injured.
I have to admit, I am still vibrating a little.
Thus proving that motherhood is indeed a terminal condition. You recover when you die.