I'm in need of espresso, coffee ain't going to cut it. Been off the past couple days, not quite under the weather, but far from chipper. Was dog tired last night, and turned in at 7. Woke up feeling kinda funky at 9, and wide awake. So, it was out to the shed to do some leather work. Got a rifle sling tooled up, finished it around midnight when the genny ran out of gas.
Slept in this morning, till the wife called. "I'm coming down the road, get your gun." It seems somebody whacked a deer around the corner, and left it flailing in the road. So off we go to dispatch the poor critter, and I butchered it out the best I could. Somewhere between a button and a spike, he would have been a good one in time. Now my back is really screaming at me. Just threw on The Hateful Eight, going to take some drugs, and hopefully pass out till morning time.