So I'm getting my window fixed, no problems with the insurance company. I hate when people say "it's all good" but it basically is.

All except for the stolen GPS. Remember this whimsical little tale about two TomTom's who fall in love? Several people on Facebook unwittingly wrote a sequel in response to my bitching about the theft. They suggested maybe the stolen GPS would lead the thief in the wrong direction, or to another bad neighborhood, or even to the police.

People are funny. They make up for all the assholes who steal things.