The sheep are back!

Okay, I've grown addicted to to the sheep.

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Counting them, actually.

When 2015 ended, the spiritual discipline of daily finding and writing about something I'm grateful ceased and left a little hole where it once lived. During the last 3 months, every so slowly, the gratitude that had built up in that little place got all used up, leaving behind a melancholy that responds well to gratitude.

I also miss writing every day. There is something cathartic about forcing what's going on inside into words that I know at least a few people read.

And so, the daily counting resumes.

The sheep are back!