The short version:
On Thursday, I clipped the back of a parked truck with the passenger mirror of the twins' van. The mirrors are hinged; no damage to truck, no structural damage to mirror, just shattered mirror glass.
Friday, the kids' dad asks me to pull the van out of the garage (which he usually does, as their garage is super narrow). It's a vote of confidence that I appreciate greatly. Until I almost take the passenger mirror off while trying to get it out.
Thursday, Friday, and today: I feel like shit.
What the hell is wrong with me lately?!