No rain. No patio. No truck. Here, truck truck truck....

The last cabinet and the crown molding are done. No under-cabinet lighting yet. Otherwise, the kitchen is done. Much cleanup remains, I need to scrub the tile floors now that the mess is over, and move bookcases back into the dining area, and other "finishing work" that is actually pretty heavy labor, but compared to the time and inconvenience and labor that I've done so far, it's nothing. Really.

Apparently this week I am somewhere deep in the Septic Tank of the Universe. After a staggeringly long and shitty day at work I left to discover that some lowlife sonofabitch had hit my car, inflicted a significant amount of damage, and drove off. The back bumper and trunk are damaged, major scrapes along both, (picture scrapes down to bare metal, about the size of your computer keyboard, across the bumper and back of the trunk) one of the lights that illuminate the license plate is gone, the bumper has a small crack. The car was parked in a nice normal parking spot, minding its own business. No note. No witnesses. No evidence (other than the obvious damage to my car.) No nothing. So I called my insurance company, and here I need to do a quick commercial for GEICO. They are just wonderful. The person who took my call had me set up with an appointment at an approved body shop and a rental car in minutes, it was amazingly fast and efficient, as every claim (we've had maybe three or four over the years we've been with them, only one our fault)has been. That little gecko runs a tight ship. I can't ignore this repair, because not only is it big and ugly and pissing me off, but the broken light over the license plate is a ticket-worthy item, and in this area you WILL get pulled over and ticketed. Apparently it's a major source of income down here under the Other Bush Regime. I guess we have no crime, or cops who prefer chasing those dangerous Women On the Way to the Office with a Burned Out Brake Light criminals. One of my office mates got pulled over for that dangerous crime the other day and was ticketed. She had no idea the light was out until she was pulled over and written up for it. Mind you, her car has multiple brake lights and the others were working, we're talking about a burned out bulb here. Whatever happened to a courteous "Did you know your brake light was out? You need to get that fixed." Oh no, here they ticket you and are Very Officious about it while doing it. Unreal. Anyway, a burned-out light over my license plate will cause Bubba to put down his doughnut and take out the ticket book, and that will just add insult to already considerable injury. So my Saturday is now rescheduled, I must take my car to the shop bright and early. Crap.

That's my lovely week so far, and it's only Tuesday.

Knitting news - nothing exciting (as if there ever is around here). I made progress on the back of the Manos Lo-Tech Sweat in a bout of major insomnia in the very wee hours of this morning. PMS, work crap, car gets hit, still no patio, too much to do, I need a week at a spa.