So far this morning I have:
a) repaired my parent's furnace
b) fixed my office chair
c) helped skin and butcher a deer.
I'm not sure which is weirder. The fact that getting a call at 6:30am from my mom telling me that my dad wanted some help photographing and chopping up the deer he got (he went hunting this weekend), the fact that my reaction was "ok" and (once I got up) I went to go find blood-splatterable clothes , the fact that I have blood splatterable clothes, or the fact that it took us about an hour and a half to fully skin and butcher a 250lb deer in such a way as to make it disappear into various storage areas at my parent's house.
I got some cool gory pictures though. No, I'm not planning on sharing those :-p
I'm relatively gore free and now I'm going to get lunch and then get back to doing paperwork stuff.