Unlucky.
I typically do not consider myself a superstitious person. I’ve never let black cats, broken mirrors, the number “13” and all that rot bother me. But May 22 seems to be an unlucky day for me. It is on this day–in 3 different years–that I’ve had literal run-ins (or near misses) with deer.
And none of the encounters were my fault. (One time a deer jumped out of a shelter belt and ran directly into my door. See? Not my fault.)
So, in the spirit of saving the deer–and not because it would make this four day weekend–I plan to stay home today with my trusty reading stack. If I do decide to venture out today, it will more than likely be on foot. (I hope my Fitbit can handle it.)
Enjoy your weekend. I’ll be back on Tuesday.
