My grandparents live on a significant amount of country in Virginia
and when I was younger my brother would go hunting with my dad and uncle while I stayed home and watched my grandma curl her hair and watch the news. If on the rare occasion they actually shot a deer, they would bring it home, tie it up by its feet, and hang it upside down to cut off the skin and drain it of its blood. I never looked at the horror show, nor did I eat from the carcass, but I have been feeling like one of those deer today. This is my convoluted way of saying I feel exhausted and drained. Going to sleep now.



