Dad just called me asked me if I was still okay. Him and mom are on pins and needles worried I will have an attack about the accident. "I am at peace about it. I'm fine," I told him. He also told me he is tired of all the rain and wished it would quit. It is pouring now as I write this. I have never heard him say such a thing in my 37 years on this here God's Earth. He loves the rain. That shows you how much we've had lately.