I heard back from the BTA guy about the cyclist that got hit. Apparently, it was the cyclist's fault (in the cop's opinion) and the cyclist got a citation. But he'll be fine. Cracked bone in his eye socket or something. He blew a stop sign and he and the car hit each other. Those guys at the BTA are really helpful.

Not much has been new lately. Work's been going along just fine. My parents were in town for a while. Now they're at my sister's and they'll be back the day after Thanksgiving, which means I shouldn't go down there for the holiday.

Today my work had a meeting to tell us about our new health policy, and I'm pretty happy to finally get coverage. It's really nervewracking to not have it. Pray that neither of us gets sick or hurt before December 1. *Stay in place, retina! You can do it!* Oh, speaking of my retina, George (my flashy strobe) still visits sometimes. I found out that there's a condition called Premature Retinopathy that makes kids that were born premature more disposed to myopia and thus, detachement. Apparently, your retina matures during the last couple of weeks of pregnancy...and I was born two months early. It's exacerbated if you had a very low birthweight. Needless to say, at seven months old, I was just a button when I was born. 2 lbs, 10 oz. When I came out, my mom asked the doctor "was that it?" because after having already had three kids, she knew that babies are supposed to be much bigger (and more painful coming out). So yeah. I hope I don't go blind. Work has been kind of bothering my eye, but I think I'll be fine.

The only other thing new is that we went to visit Flint and Steph over the weekend (a blast as always) and Nathan's decided he wants to start wearing suits. I think it's a great idea. He bought a nice gray suit last night and I have to say, he looks foxy. Still scary, though; like a foxy, scary, large gangster. Especially when he puts on his driver's cap. I think I'll start pretending he's on his way to fit someone with cement shoes. It'll keep me amused for ages. However, now I have to change my wardrobe so that when we go out, I don't look like the old bag that the handsome man is stuck with. I think I'll make him do my shopping, since no one on earth has worse taste in fashion than I do. Then he'll be the creepy gangster shopping for women's clothing. HAR!!! I never cease to amuse myself.