Driving home from a lovely evening with
roozle, I dozed off and ran into a utility pole. I'm fine, I'm fine, okay, I have a bruise on my pinky knuckle. The front of the car is caved in, the airbag deployed, and there's a crack in the windshield where my head would have hit (from the force of the airbag deploying?). But the tow truck guy started the car right up, and backed it off the slope to where he could get a better angle on it with the truck. 12 year old Saturn, 235000 miles, front-end collision, and it started right up. Damn...
I guess that settles whether and when I'm getting a new car; insurance is going to total this one.
[Update: It's morning, and I'm still fine.]