So...another little cloud over my day was that I noticed the paint on my car's hood is starting to chip in multiple places. I am guessing this is due to the incident at Port Aransas last year where the hotel employee backed up into and smashed my front bumper and half of my hood. You ever hear those "Your Momma" jokes about how "she's so stupid she hit a parked car?" Yeah. That was this guy.
Progressive, his auto insurance company, took pretty daecent care of me -- I got a smelly "non-smoking" rental car (read: smelled like a cigarette) and they took care of it. But I think the people they farmed the work out to did a bad job. I first noticed a chip maybe a month after I got it back but chalked it up to maybe a rock having hit it. Well, now there are chips all over, especially on top of the hood, and bubbles where the paint is coming up. So frustrating, since the car is not even 2 years old! And the paint job is less than a year old! Alas. I think I am going to be able to take it back to Progressive next week and remedy the solution, but I have a sneaking suspicion it might require me screaming and crying until they agree to fix it.
The indian run today at boot camp was extremely gratifying. Not only did I run with Group 1 but it didn't smoke me like the runs usually do. Between that and actually doing push ups now, I feel like perhaps six months of work is beginning to pay off. Don't get me wrong: I still drip sweat and writhe in agony for the entire hour. But even when miserable, I feel stronger. And that's a great thing.
This thunderstorm speaks to me. I think I'm going to watch an episode or two of SATC, read a little Winds of War and then hit the hay.