Alive and Kicking

As the week progresses, things in San Diego are picking up.

California law is completely on my side regarding the accident -- red light or no red light, the cars behind me should have had distance to stop. The insurance companies involved agree that the two drivers behind me will share in the cost of repair to the company vehicle and the folks at my father's company have been very supportive while working out the details.

In Tennessee, my roommate helped to settle the registration issue with my "abandoned" van. The story in convoluted, but eventually boils down to this: I'd inherited the wrong plates with the van; the right plates were available and current, save for the sticker to prove it; and stickers were swapped so that the van would not only be safe from towing but also accurately plated. Whew.

With the car issues behind me, I'm taking some time in San Diego to catch up sightseeing. On Monday, I roamed through Balboa Park, soaking in the Spanish architecture, botanical garden, lily pond, and Museum of Art. On Tuesday, I visited the San Diego Zoo's Wild Animal Park, where "herds of elephants, giraffes, rhinos, and antelope are among the hundreds of animals you can see roaming the scenic rolling landscape of East and North Africa, the Asian Plains, a Eurasian Waterhole, South Africa, and the Mongolian Steppe." On Wednesday, I had rolls of film developed and began my second San Diego album. Knock wood if you will. I continue to have success with my traveling camera.

This morning I attempted to add my photos into evidence on this blog, but after a night spent listening to rude and rowdy neighbors gathered under my window, I'm quick to lose patience with the process. So far, it's a pain in the Pic-asa.