I have been so completely uninspired of late. It's an interesting sensation, not particularly unpleasant although it is a bit tedious.
My son and his girlfriend were in an automobile accident late last week. He was driving her car on the interstate and they were clipped by an eighteen-wheeler. The truck driver later told the police "I didn't even see them." Nice.
The impact sent their car spinning across four lanes of traffic where it bounced and then rebounded off the jersey wall. That's the story sans dramatic embellishment. No serious injuries, just the expected aches and soreness. Seatbelts rock. Someone was looking out for them. Her car did not fare so well.
The Boy phoned us before the cops had even arrived (he needs us after all?). While it was one of those phone calls of the late night variety every parent dreads, my fear was brief. It lasted only until I was assured they were both okay; shaken up, not bent and broken and bleeding.
But it really sucks to be four hours away from him. Sometimes a mother just needs to set her eyes on her child. This is, evidently, one of those times for me.