The Saturn is still waiting for an assessment. Because the accident happened on a Saturday, especially right after New Year's, it's taking a couple of days to check.
The buses have changed since I last used them. All the routes are being converted from letters to numbers, and the buses now record everything you say. The bus I used to get home from the auto shop Saturday had an unruly passenger, and the driver played back the guy's abusive language as evidence to have him removed.
I don't think 2009 likes me. It may even be trying to kill me. When I took the bus to the auto shop and back today, all the sidewalks were glazed with ice, and none of them were level. I tried to walk on the grass or snow where possible, but it was still treacherous. On the bus, I got a message from God, in the form of a Caribbean lady who proclaimed, "Jesus is God! Jesus is coming! Repent!" She wasn't raving, just conversationally warning people. She discovered she was on the wrong bus, so maybe I shouldn't be worried. Still, a few pints of muscle relaxant wouldn't hurt.
While I was out in the auto shop's area, I thought it would be a perfect opportunity to finally try the East-West Grill, a Thai-Loatian diner, but it turns out to be closed on Mondays. Then while waiting for the bus, I saw Independent Coffee Roasters, but found that they are only open to the public on Saturdays. 2009 is teasing me. Between buses, I had a sausage, egg, and cheese sandwich on a whole wheat roll from a Roadside Dogger truck in downtown Hartford, and that was pretty good.
When I got home, I spent the rest of the day napping and waiting for the insurance agent to call me back so I could get the rental car. I'm not even back from my vacation and already I need another one.