Christ, the weather’s been fucking horrible. I had to cut back on my drinking so I could be certain it was the fucking monsoon making me miserable. No , it was the constant thud of rain this week, following last week’s rain. Mud just makes mud of plans so you have to be especially disciplined and plan beyond the mud, ignoring the projects it’s already destroyed. But I’m not chipper: I’m Richard Burton in The Spy Who Came In From The Cold without the rugged good looks or the money.

Rugged, though. That’s me. I should take up bathing again any day now.

There is cuteness, which I will share. These pictures do not convey the monstrous head of this young animal, which I have lately mistaken for a disembodied cow head floating above the pasture.