Blondie’s insurance company rep confirms; her little car is totaled. Last rites will be performed by the insurance company sometime this week, and we will bury a little box with a damaged tail light in it, this weekend. The insurance rep told her that she was amazed that Blondie walked away from the crash with nothing other than bruises. Being a professional connoisseur of auto wreckage, she told Blondie that the degree to which the Mitsubishi was smashed usually meant that people in it were either injured or dead. So, Blondie is still quite shaken, and insists that quote “ It will be a nipple-y day in hell before I get behind the wheel of a compact car again!” unquote. The rental is a Jeep Cherokee; her next vehicle will be something similar in the sport-utility line. Bigger, anyway. And sitting farther off the ground

She was off to classes driving it this morning, driving the rental car; she plans to ask the rep if they will pay for another three or four days, to give her time over spring break to line up a replacement car.

The bruises are spectacular, by the way. Dark technicolor purple, with some red streaks.