Update; hungover, and a visit.

Warning: Some bloody graphic imagery, though I've kept it down.

Imagery in question constituting of three pictures of a skinned deer.

Saturday, a day of hangovers:

Be not deceived. This cheery exterior hides an inner landscape that is much more like the frown in the background. A dull throb occasionally flares up and rumbles the tower of the mind.

It's been a good night. Drank too much, but then there were 3 weeks between this visit and the last.

Either way, the hangover doesn't matter because there are no obligations to meet on this day, this fine day. Beautiful and windy. Almost no clouds in the sky, and a hot sun warming everything up after the low temperatures and the rain of the past few weeks.

It's a day to relax and to submit to idleness.

I open the window to air out the drunken torpor and the stale exhalations, and am immediately assaulted by a cloud of pungent smoke. The smell of burning wood, and another smell, less common but no less recognizable... blood.

Oh no.

 He's back.

I step outside into the garden and it's like a scene straight from the Ritual.

That's my brother, he of Lizardmen fame.

What the hell man, I say.

No response, apart from the insane grin.

Ruben is the cool brother.

 The interesting one.

The capable one.

 Always moving around, travelling and exploring, mountaineering or just hiking, he's always doing new and fucked-up stuff. 

Nature lessons, survival stuff, herbalism, raising his own crops, lumberjack, gardener, anything to do with nature and he's doing it, on and on it goes.

There's a heightened interest these days in the proper way of obtaining meat from an animal.

The result of a dedicated hour:

A handy man to have around after the apocalypse maybe.

But until then, you do have to put up with the occasionally skinned animal in the yard.

I'll save you the cutting, the sawing and the hatcheting of the recalcritant spine, and instead present you just with a clean 30 seconds of peaceful burning wood.

For the rest of the day I'm just going to be bingeing the final season of Orphan Black, and eating all kinds of hangover food.

First up on the menu:

A ridiculously fat, and fattening pizza.

Now, onward! To the Sestras!