I am lucky. The fucking cows lived, but my truck did not. I and Jax, my dog, are both fine. The truck is now in the yard at home and I have to figure out new transportation.
I am worn the hell out after yesterday and today. We cut our way in the road, then I climbed Knighthawk without a fall, then I killed my truck dodging cows, we towed it off the tree and to the side of the rd, I slept at Art's, I made my calls this morn, AAA picked it up and towed it to the farm while Art drove Jax and I home. Tonight I get a rental for a while. Tomorrow I start trying to figure out what I do next.
I am fucking sad, tired,and sore.