Tree update: It’s been chopped into enormous chunks and piled on my lawn. The tree-trimming crew also left a hand-painted (er, spray-painted) sign reading “free wood.” Very helpful. If you need a 200-pound wedge of eucalyptus, stop by my place.

The car is also gone. The tow truck man had the kids wave and yell good-bye to the car as he hoisted it onto his truck. Dane tells me the A-pillar was cracked (nope, I don’t know either) and the whole frame was warped such that the trunk wouldn’t open. Eh, whatever. It’s gone now.

I am still having trouble eating, sleeping, or otherwise acting like a normal human being. I think it will get better when the tree remnants are finally removed and when the phone calls stop (the insurance! the collision repair center! I don’t remember who else!) and when everything’s replaced… so, you know, not in the foreseeable future. Awesome.

My sister sent me this lovely graphic:

Which is funny, though I’m not dealing well with the idea that we really could have been flattened if the tree had decided to aim north instead of west. Or if it had fallen while we were in the car. Or while the kids were playing out in the yard. Okay, I’m going to go breathe deeply and not look out my front window for a bit.