I’m typing with only my left hand.

I’m all right, but my right wrist is broken (yeah, I’m a righty). An idiot !#$@% cab driver blew a red light, and I more or less broadsided him (got his front passenger side). The cop says, despite the BS story the cabbie gave him, it wasn’t my fault — I had a green light and I’ve got witnesses to corroborate my version (and the diagram of the accident also shows that the cab driver was lying about where he was coming from). Eric is no help because he was reading and only looked up to see the cab in front of us just before impact.

The Lincoln is toast (I was going about 45 mph when I hit him — hard impact, air bags deployed, radiator damaged). But I’m glad I was driving a tank like that. Eric has a cracked rib and my wrist is broken. The worse news is that it’s a bad break and I need to have surgery so they can put in pins or plates — or both. I’ll be in a cast for four weeks after the surgery.

Today I’m sore all over from the crash. But I take some comfort in knowing mine was the worst injury (a total of 4 cars were involved) and that the behemoth Lincoln saved Eric and me from far worse injury.

I go for my surgical consult on Tuesday. I’ll try to keep you all posted.