Not Tonight, Sweety

I had grand plans for today's post, but while I was cutting firewood I spilled a gallon of gasoline and 2-stroke oil in my backpack, and then I got home and a deer was stuck in the chicken fence and when I freed her she kicked my arm with her pointy little hoof so's I can barely type, and then Bret came over and we drank large glasses of his latest vodka contraption, and now we're going to take my gasoline-smelling one-armed self up to the restaurant for a pork shop. That's all I have to say about the state of my soul and our democracy today. Thank heaven we live in such a place as will give a man the chance to smell like this, get injured like this, and end the day like this, is all I can say. Thankee!