Had a great time with the sheep this afternoon. The weather was so warm that I let them out of their cold barn.

They must have thought that it was spring. They went wild. Blanche and I just stood and watched them as they ran from the bridge to the barn and back again, over and over again.

Even though they were panting as heavily as Pat Robertson at a Hooters Restaurant, they continued running and kicking like little lambs for at least a half an hour: one sheep jumped up and over the back of another without touching the grounded sheep.

I haven't laughed this hard and long for ages.