So I’m down. But it’s not bike related. Only in my world... Yesterday I was cleaning out the garage and giving stuff away I have hung on to for years. Trust me, that means for me I’ll need what I gave away next week. It’s getting close to dusk and Cathy is down at the horse coral to discover that the donkeys ripped off the tail lights of a horse trailer we borrowed to get them trained to climb in for travel. Great. Stopped my garage project and went down to rewire and repair our neighbors trailer. This is going to be horrible so if you are squeamish about animals and wildlife and things I caution you to not read further. It’s now dark with just enough daylight to make out stuff. All of a sudden Cathy is yelling there is a baby deer in our pasture. The donkeys are chasing it and the fawn is freaking out and running into the fence multiple times at full speed trying to get away. I’m chasing the deer trying to coral it out where it came in. Then my dog gets involved and now it’s a shitshow. Twice I was able to tackle both the deer with Elsie (my dog) but Elsie is part Pit and part Great Dane. Both can out run me and I’m no match for Elsie’s bite. Third time was what did things in. Finally got to them the third time and the deer was laying there. I told Cathy to get my pistol and had to do a horrible thing. The only thing. That’s when I realized my right knee was covered in blood and I could no longer bend it. At all. I literally tackled them both twice pulling Elsie off the deer and must have plowed my knee into the ground. I lost this battle, I was so pissed at Elsie, I wanted to shoot her too. Not for being a dog, but for not listening to my commands. My throat is sore from screaming last night during the debacle. I can’t bend my knee, I hope I didn’t tear anything but I fear I did. Very down right now. Knitting. Thinking about taking up knitting. Seems like a relatively safe sport, or maybe watching TV. Both seem fairly danger free.