A funny thing happened on the way home from my date with the Sheriff.
I wrapped my car around a tree, three hours away from home. It was daylight, I was wearing my seatbelt, I wasn’t texting or distracted. I had glanced out the window to see if an upcoming business might be a good place to stop for a potty break, but when I looked back at the road, there were two vehicles at a dead stop on a one lane highway and I could not brake fast enough to avoid them, so I went off the road, yadda yadda yadda; embankment, airtime, tree.
It was horrible and scary and I’m still processing.
The trip itself was enjoyable, and Sheriff proved to be pleasant and interesting company. For some reason this damn concussion is preventing me from writing about anything with clarity of thought, so I think I’m going to sleep now.