nothing to say
Gentry punched me in the arm today. Which is not the worst pain in my life, but it is sharp and intense. I told him if he did it again I was going to do it back. Thankfully he listened and there was no need to commence the beatings or the bleetings.
We had nine sheep when I was in high school. Our favorite was named Paisley, which is a good name for a sheep but not a child. To tired to continue. Perhaps I will continue the tale of the sheep tomorrow.