On Monday I drove 300 miles of the journey back from Cloudcroft, New Mexico. Later portions of the drive were festooned with deer. Deer at the side of the road threatening to hurl themselves in front of our SUV at any moment. [We used our SUV for its utility and sport, so piss off any blinkered anti SUV nay sayers. We got eight people and their snow equipment up an icy road due to its fantastical all wheel drive]
Tonight, I was on the way back from MJ&M’s in my little red car. I pondering on how much in debt I have been this last week at the sleep bank. How much good sleep credit is required for what I chose to do. How little of the party I had experienced due to my payment plan on my sleep debt. I figured I’d got about a sixth into the party before I’d had to whisk myself away. I thought that people might think me crazy, lazy and rude, but that I really didn’t give a toss what people think – did they not know that this story was all about me? My rules, my terms, my nine delightful but exhausting hours pulling an engine out of Rob Dew’s Saab in the blazing sunlight and then shivering my nuts off on the ride home.
My brain was wandering, and my car nearly hit a deer. I virtually splattered it and my little red car. I shit you not, this was on my driveway. There were another two deer in the front garden, and two across the street. I sat in the stopped car a little while, wondering at the sights in front of me, marvelling at my interaction with these magnificent beasts. Deer in the front, cats inside, chickens in the back. Can you imagine what my dreams are like if this is what the days are like? Typing of which, I have an appointment with my overnight bank manager.