If it wasn't for bad luck ...

... I wouldn't have no luck at all. Not to bitch and moan (OK, not THAT much) but in addition to not having any work lined up for next year now I've wrecked my car. And I hurt. OK, technically, I guess, I didn't wreck my car; it did it itself or the road did it or the weather - but it wasn't my fault. Going home from work last night in the rain, despite driving slowly and carefully because of the weather down a road I've traveled daily for about twenty years, my car hydroplaned while going around a curve and majestically floated off the road, down along a ditch and into a tree. It's a VERY scary feeling to have absolutely NO control of your car as it decides to head for disaster! But the airbag and seatbelt did their job and I walked away from the car, but I'm afraid it's a total loss. Or at least the front half of it is. (I'll post some pictures if I get any.) Actually, the airbag did more than its job because it also knocked out one of my front teeth when it went off. Surprisingly, it doesn't hurt at all but I talk funny now. Yeah, I look funny, too - OK? The only real damage I sustained was to my right shoulder: it feels like I've separated it. I know from experience (left shoulder) that the only thing to do for that is to rest it, which isn't hard to do since the pain keeps me from moving it much at all. Oh, and I broke my glasses. So I can't see, I hurt, I look and talk funny and I don't have any income after next week. ("Aside from that Mrs. Lincoln, how'd you like the play?") But I'm alive and there's a new year coming and it's sure as hell got to be better than the one that's ending. I'm looking forward to it. No. Really. I am.