The Day Off, Part One

I awoke to the sound of rain on my window. Perfect. I've been looking forward to today all week. I was pretty sore from yesterday's workout (I took it up to two hours), but it's a *good* kind of sore. Then I got a call from my office. I thought I had covered all my bases from yesterday, and that anyone that would come in today for me would be taken care of. I was wrong, and I don't know if it's because of me or them. So far, I've been called twice. Maybe I should just switch my phone off.
Then I got a call from my insurance adjuster. I got sideswiped yesterday while pulling into a parking spot on my lunch break. I honestly don't know whose fault it is, but I didn't see the guy backing out of his spot. I may fib now and then, but when it comes to legal situations (in fact, in most situations) I take pride in being honest. I found out though, that the other person involved is saying that I swung too wide and hit him. I was hit! And the worst part is, they're saying that I admitted to taking a wide turn, and I never said anything of the kind. My concern is that this other person is a lawyer, and they know how the situation has to look in order not to look at fault. If I'm at fault, I'll accept it, but I just don't see how I am in this case.
I'm going back to the gym in about an hour. Maybe I can work out some of this stress. I still have to tell my dad.