Spent all day monday on the road. I went with my dad to southern Ohio to see my grandfather (his father) for a few hours. His step-son died late thursday night, and we wanted to go to support him… you know… as moral support, I suppose. After a four hour drive south, we spent two hours with Dude (that’s my grandfather’s name), went to a visitation for the deceased, and then drove the four hours back home. It was quite a day. I was out of my mind by the time I got home. I think that was partially the early morning, and partly due to the time in the passenger’s seat with seriously terrifying driver. And when I drove home from the parking lot I’d left my car in, I got about a hundred yards from my house… and a deer ran across the road in front of me and I hit her. This was probably the ‘straw’ people are always talking about that breaks the camel’s back. Well, in this case, it wasn’t a straw, and I was no camel. I seriously tried to not hit the stupid animal. But when I knew it was unavoidable, I guess something snapped. I sped up. And I heard crushing bones. Well, along with crumpling hood metal. Either way, I got her as well or better than she got me.
FYI, i’m not normally vindictive. But after a day like that, the deer was asking for it. Amen?