Let me start out by saying that everyone is fine. Matt, the other drivers, everyone. Perfectly okay.

Matt and I were going to go out to dinner last night. I was just waiting at work for his call that he was leaving to meet up with me.

The phone call wasn’t what I expected.

“Go home. Everyone’s okay. I got hit.”

Of course, my brain totally skipped the “Everyone’s okay.” part and focused on the “hit.”

Two blocks from home, someone (Light Runner, we’ll call him) decided to run a red light. Another car (she’ll be known as Forward Mover) was already coming from the other direction. Light Runner hit Forward Mover and then hit Matt, head-on.

Low speed accident, Matt already at stop.

Light Runner’s car is totaled, as is Forward Mover’s, most likely. Matt has only minor damage to his car. One-hundred percent drive-able but my worry-wort self wouldn’t let him take it to work today.

His car gets dropped off at the repair shop right after we get back from our trip.

Maybe I’ll finally be calmed down about the whole thing by then.

(I ran to the Metro from work then ran home from the Metro. Decided that counts as a weekly run and skipped my run this morning.)