last few days are the first time the quarantine has gotten to me. feeling “the call”. to set out over the bering straits, ride some animal over the horizon, fire crossbow into sky etc, sat in the trunk of my truck in the carport + thought about hunting the groundhog i often see
want to revert to a primitive and archaic form of christianity but my house doesnt even have a basement (catacombs)
me, having set up the pistol crossbow yesterday and seeing the groundhog in his typical location (brush pile) 
