The time change

Often when I am driving around I wonder stuff, like, What Are Kitten Heels? And, Who Lives in the House on the Top of That Hill? Sometimes my musings are tangentental; How Many Ballons would Fill That Water Truck or I wonder What That Lady would Look Like in a Leopard Print Turban? But this evening on my drive home my eyes were riveted to the flattened bit of path I could make out in the dark, blinded by lines of oncoming headlights and passing not just the usual deer carcasses pulled to the ditches at the side, but pieces of them. A leg here, a lump there. It reminded me that operating a motor vehicle is serious business and my eyes are not what they usta be. Time to get back on the roads more travelled (and better lit.)