Amanda, Lonan Kai, and I had dinner with Jane last night. David was going to come as well, but he had to go to some work meeting. We picked up Jane from Harborview and then discussed where we wanted to go; we ended up going to Coastal Kitchen. We managed to score rock star parking right outside the restaurant, which was good since I messed up my back picking up LK earlier in the morning. I was actually a bit drugged up and was considering staying home to sleep.
Dinner was good. LK was fussy, though, and spent much time flinging food about. He is attempting to use silverware, but he has not mastered the concept yet.
Back at home I passed out. Whatever Amanda had prescribed me (some muscle relaxant) finally overwhelmed me and I slept for twelve hours or so. Clearly I should have paid heed to the avoid alcohol stickers as I had a beer with dinner.
This morning I dropped off Lonan Kai and Amanda and then took the car to the shop. Conveniently, it is only a couple of blocks from us by the taco truck on Rainier. It was pretty painless; apparently the other person’s insurance is taking care of everything and even got us a rental car. Hopefully, everything will be fixed quickly with a minimum of bureaucratic hassle. And because I do not want LK dribbling food and whatnot all over the rental car long term.
As usual when driving other cars, I kept jack-rabbit-starting the rental; the Prius has a much gentler acceleration curve than non-hybrids.
I will pick up Amanda around 1pm. She has a class this evening on Swedish’s electronic medical record, so she will miss LK’s evening routine. Her clinic does deliveries and shares some inpatient duties with the family medicine residency at Swedish.
My back still hurts like hell. Getting old sucks.