Slept reasonably well there, to be woken by our dog barking loudly at 7am causing me to jump and remind me about the shoulder. Maybe I should clarify about the sequence of events, and state that I only joked stereotypical old lady because it actually was one. I'm sure she was rather shaken to see a skinny me flying across her hood and my bike bouncing along. From the time to passing the officer to hitting the car was under 2 seconds and she wasn't there when I noticed the officer. She pulled right out and I was on the brakes yelling as soon as I saw the bumper because I was riding semi-casually (hands on the brake, sitting up and not in the drops) because there were a bunch of cars around and I was attempting to be wary. This is a 30mph road with two lanes in each direction and parking on both sides, traffic going more like 40. The bystanders saw because they were wondering what the yell was about. Basically this lady was going to get hit by either me or the next car coming along, and I'm pretty confident that she's only alive today because the next vehicle was a 150 pound guy instead of a 3000 pound car.

I'm sure the ambulance bill will be fun for the whole mile or two ride; the wife already kicked the wheels in motion getting in touch with our insurance company so they're aware and I might walk over to the police station to see about a case number. Not sue happy at all so long as the bills are covered btw. Figure I'm using a sick day today and probably tomorrow, first ones I've used since the day after the Boston marathon last year (hey, wife's orders not to leave the house, would prefer to go to work but can't seem put a shirt on...). The shoulder is a joy of pain still, we'll see if I take any more percs and trying to get in to an orthopedist before flying out Saturday morning. Good thing we decided not to drive the 9 hours to her grandmother this time.