A spin of the crib, with Kitty keeping me sane, as I struggle to outlive the retard that is the government.  Rather than let me carry a handgun, while I climb icy mountains filled with wolves, I am stuck limited to a 12 gauge shotgun.  The Chaga mushroom harvest, much of which I donate to hospital workers,  is retarded, by about 60%. 

We dropped the big bull squirrel that was wrecking all the bird feeders,  He fell from a some birdshot to the head, and landed in 3 feet of fresh light snow, like falling onto a giant pillow.  I watched him die, he could not complain.