During the preceding the hurting place on my back had been starting to tighten and itch. I had some kind of abrasion, although my blouse was not torn.
I drove home shakily, expecting every turn to host a leaping, crashing baby. And wondered how long it would be before I could drive this road carelessly again.
Once home I washed the abrasion with alcohol and tried to look at it in the mirror. Had my husband take a picture of it so that I could see it.
Later I photographed the outside of my car, deciding not to clean the deer hair from the window. just let it be and let it come off naturally.