Another backdated post. I meant to put this up yesterday evening, but was too tired to write. There were two reasons. The first is that I have been generally feeling run down lately. The second is that, after 11 years of near misses, I finally hit my first deer on the six miles of winding unlit black asphalt I drive home on every night. I am fine, the deer is not and there was a split decision on the pick-up. It is still quite drivable, but will need a new headlight and left front fender as well as some dents hammered out of the hood. Over the years I have gotten pretty good at avoiding the elegant and suicidal creatures. Friday evening however, three ran out onto the road. I braked for the first, swerved for the second and nailed the third one squarely, having run out of both luck and tricks.