So I think my luck is starting to change. I hit a deer tonight on the way home from Wyoming. It didn’t go through the windshield, and didn’t cause me to careen off the road and into a ditch, which in Wyoming often means they don’t find your bones until springtime. The deer, unfortunately, didn’t fare as well, which breaks my heart. It will probably take a few sessions with a therapist for me to deal with the guilt and the trauma of it all. But I’m alive. The car, still assessing the damage but it got me home. Life can change in a heartbeat. Yes. I think my luck is changing. I’ll be back with more cartoons on Wednesday.