This sun streamed in brightly this morning, so I woke around six, then graciously fell back to sleep again. My body feels as if it’s been run over. I ate a bowl of leftover chili, meat and spices only ~viva paleo~ then walked the pups.
While putting in my jeans, I felt something in my calf. I gently rubbed it and then continued to dress. I felt it again and took off my jeans. Out flew an large adult ce
ntipede, I screamed, and it scampered across the carpet, in a mad dash for safety. I walked quickly to the kitchen, got a jar, then moved the dresser it had run under. Nothing. Thus, the hunt began. A loose tarantula, no problem, but I’m not l
eaving this guy in here overnight. I found, captured, then set him free. Go on, little dude, freak out someone else in peace and happiness.
I headed to the tow yard in Davis where they had brought Lizzie. The insurance adjuster was there at the time, so we spoke a little bit. Because this is not your average car, more 
research must be done into its value, including all the restoration costs I’ve put into it (minus things like paint). Another tow-company owner was there (maybe the owner for this one? He was in a Jag and was waiting for me so he could lock up) and he gave me advice while the insurance adjuster was talking on the phone. Justin from Kombi Haus also called, so I spoke with him and his first words were “it’s not totaled; don’t let them bully you into thinking it is.” It means a lot when I see people have my back.
I cleaned her up a little bit; I still had most of my case of music-fest-fake-beer intact 
which is, good: it would’ve smelled horribly. I cleaned her out as best as I could and was surprised that considering the job of the CHP officer, she’s really in terrific shape. It took the tow truck three minutes to set it upright- it’s a shame that the CHP officer did what he did, she could’ve been rolled over and I could’ve driven off.
My Boy came home tonight. He is so handsome and …grown. He is s good kid and is shifting so quickly into an adult. A full 10 out of 14 texts were about me and the state of Lizzie. Dude.
Pictures: My poster from the Women’s March in SF; The only broken (cracked) window; Poor thing, she’s in shock like I am; the scraped door; scraped door; I had to clean my MH flag; Hipnic stone on an oily piece of carpet
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