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Still slightly numb. Still slightly shocked. Still extensively grateful.

If it hadn’t been for my massive car… I don’t know. If it hadn’t been for that guard rail… I don’t know. I’m so lucky to only be bruised in this weather.

It was thick, and wet. Powder was everywhere. Everywhere. The roads were painted with this coat of ivory. And I saw brake lights ahead of me. So I did the same. And then I slid, and then I spun, and then the crash. I thought I would end up in the ditch. I narrowly missed it. The guard rail started just in time.

I felt the accident coming yesterday. I felt my emotions on idle. I just wanted home. I wanted my cat. My blanket. My comfort.

Hysterics didn’t start until after I saw the damage; the back end… demolished. Demolished. But the car is running fine, so there’s an upside. No impact on the front.

I’m fine physically. And that’s that.

But I’m okay. A little pain, and my leg is terribly bruised. But I’m lucky.