The good news:
I ate very little on Thanksgiving, so did not add unneeded poundage to my ass.
The bad news:
I almost got to eat nothing on Thanksgiving because while on a very busy two-lane state highway (Route 15 South, the Merritt Parkway, oldest limited-access highway in the country, originally landscaped by Frederick Law Olmsted and surrounded on both sides and in parts of the center divider by beautiful ancient trees of all kinds ) en route to my brother’s house about 50 miles away, my rear driver’s side tire (with less than 30,000 miles on it, warranted for 80,000) blew out at 65 mph. It is miraculous that I did not hit anything or anyone, nor did anyone hit me as I veered into the 2nd lane before managing to steer the car off the road (NO BRAKING – afraid I’d really skid), missing a large sign supported by steel I-beam stanchions by 3 feet and putting the car in a CLEARED space – no barrier fence, no trees – off the road, where it spun around, bounced, rolled onto the driver’s side and bounced back upright again, perpendicular to the highway. My seat belt saved my life. And, the very kind, caring statie and his rookie partner who showed up to investigate and help me after about 30 minutes (lots of accidents on Thanksgiving) told my brother, when he got there afterward (but didn’t tell me) that if I had steered 3 feet further to the right into the columns supporting the sign I would have been killed instantly.
I am basically unharmed, but extremely sore along my entire front upper body and throat where the seat belt did its job and prevented me from hitting my head or anything else when the car flipped and bounced back up. I get a bit dizzy if I bend over too quickly. I am exhausted and probably will do not much for the next few days, so you probably won’t hear from me for a bit.