difficult child is at camp, the house is quiet, I can leave all the doors unlocked, eat whatever I want, and my only chore today was to take myself to the dermatologist's office to get a more detailed opinion on my shingles. So, I got hit in the parking lot. I was so mad! The woman was backing out of a handicap space, talking on her cell ph and didn't even see me. I was not nice. I didn't yell, but I said, "Do you think that if you hadn't been on your phone, you might have seen me?" She apologized and said she hadn't seen me at all. Apparently, she hadn't heard me, either, because I laid on the horn. I couldn't back up fast enough. My hands were shaking and I have a tiny shift on the dash. (Note to car manufacturers: make shift easier to access when driver is in a panic or in a rush.) I called her later, and she didn't answer her ph, and her vox mail isn't set up. So I did Mapquest, found her place, and dropped off a quick letter, saying that I'd called my ins. company and they said it was up to her to do all the legwork. The only good news is that the dr and nurse did not take my blood pressure in the office. (The bad news is that I have another antiviral medication scrip, because I have new blisters. ) I'm on my second glass of white wine, and making oatmeal raisin cookies.