There’s a deer leg on my counter. Well, that was last night. Tonight Andy’s turning hunks of meat into ground venison. The smell of raw meat makes me want to gag, but I am thankful for the work he’s doing. Even if it is slightly disturbing to walk into the kitchen and see it all, I suppose he has no other place to do it. And the counters are immaculately disinfected when he’s done, so I guess that’s good too!