No Matter How Slow You Go…

On Good Friday of this year, I was in a three-car accident in Florida. After a trip to the emergency room, several tests and some morphine, it was determined that I had a lot of bruising, but nothing was broken. For the last six months, I’ve been healing from this bruising. (My sister-in-law is still dealing with back problems from this same accident.)

Coming home after spending much of the summer away, I arrived to find a snapshot of my life exactly where I had left it.

I’m so grateful to come home and figure out that things are a little closer to normal with me than they were in early June, when I left Austin for much of the summer.

Now it’s time to put away the camping gear from my annual camping trip back in May. (Many thanks to the friends whose help made that camping trip possible!)

Sometimes it takes getting mostly better to realize how awful you felt at the time.

Below are a couple of pictures from the scene of the accident. That’s the remains of one of the last Crown Victoria cars in any rental fleet in the country.