Rising to my level of incompetency

I am putting this thing in the basement and giving it a rest before I ruin it.

This week:

* P. is out of the hospital! Which is kind of amazing, considering he had surgery only last week. And evidently nobody remembered to tell the guy who ran over him that he hadn't died, and the man showed up at our big library event this Saturday to corner all the visiting senators and confess himself in the hopes of obtaining safer parking and crosswalks in the area. When I got him aside and told him the kiddo was recovering, he burst into tears. He said, "That boy is my life now, I have to put this right." Poor guy, he's been in the dark and thinking he was a murderer all these weeks.

* The new season of Outlander has been gutting. DIANA GABALDON. When I go blind working myself myopic to stuff down my feelings, I am naming my bifocals after you.

* Driving home last Friday, the light turned green at the intersection, the car ahead of me drove, and suddenly sirens started blaring. We were next to the hospital, so I craned around in my mirrors to see where the sirens were coming from, then looked back ahead just in time to slam the breaks and avoid t-boning a cop car as two of them sped through the intersection against the light. One of them slowed down in a manner that said, "I saw that, and I'll be back for you later, idiot woman," but then it zoomed on, and I hurried home to hide my car in my driveway. Staggered inside with jelly legs, decided against dinner and opted for a beer, instead. I don't really drink anymore, broadly speaking (I didn't swear it off, I just kind of.. don't), and so the pint hit me full in the head just as I received a call from New Zealand.

And I agreed to everything.

And everything is due in a month, and then Netflix people will be looking at it.

But it's going well. I really like the art that's coming out of this project, so it's too bad I can't share any of it. But if the show gets picked up by Netflix, I will crow like a big fat-headed crowing thing, I promise. 

* Treated myself to a Pandora upgrade, and now instead of listening to music I can just endlessly skip skip skip skip skip. And I paid for it with my thumb, from a magic piece of glass, because we are in the strangest timeline.