Sunday morning, I woke up at 6:00 am and prepared for my morning run. My training plan prescribed a five miler. Each morning, I run past two gray cats. They never get scared or run away (although sometimes they scare me because I don’t expect to see them). One of the cats is missing a back leg. As I rounded the corner onto the street that they sit on, a car comes by and hits one of them. The driver killed the three-legged cat right in front of me!
Although he was dead, I did attempt to locate the owner after my run. I must say that it is strange ringing someone’s doorbell at 7:00 on a Sunday morning. I didn’t find the owner, but I did find the neighbors who had been caring for the cat.
After that, I went home and told Kimberlie that Sunday wasn’t going to be a good day.
Tristan has been being a great kid lately behavior wise. He earned most of his magnets on his responsibility chart, so we decided to take him bowling as a reward.
We headed south on 41 towards the much-nicer-than-Macon bowling alley in Warner Robins. As I was stopped at a red light, some idiot rear-ended me and knocked me into the car in front of me. Once again, my CR-V (which is not even two years old) is All Boomed Up. The at-fault driver didn’t even have a driver’s license. Let’s hope he has insurance.
I may post damage pictures later.
