The end of a bad week.
Andrew hit a deer on hiw way to work Tuesday morning. It was dark and he didn't see it coming. The Saturn is most likely trashed. It's at a shop in Howell, but Andrew is going to get it tomorrow. It might not be worth fixing. He went back to see if the deer meat was salvagable, but it wasn't. Andrew took the antlers as a trophy. It was a pretty big 4 point. Andrew's ok, but is still pretty sore. Scared him half to death.
Also found out that our roof pitch isn't what we thought it was, so now if we want to move onto land, we have to rebuild the stinking roof. What a mess.
I'm glad this week is over.
