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I have itchy issues since we went on a walk. I think they are imaginary itchy issues, but I have a healthy imagination. If they are *not* imaginary, we can blame Spot because he decided to wallow liberally in poison oak all the time we were walking until I picked him up and carried him the last little while. So now I have poison oak oil on my coat and probably from Spot's fur all over my skin. I did wash when we got home and we washed Spot with a wet cloth. He hated it. If I wake up with poison oak on my NOSE because I kissed him on the walk, Spot is the guilty one.

He licked himself dry and is sleeping in His Chair. We are sitting on the couch listening to some Loudly Speaking Dude over in the Elks Building's voice wafting this way. It's almost 10. Time for him to hush.

And, on a less insane note, we had smoothies* with popcorn** tonight for dinner.

*kiwi-pear-pineapple-apple-plain yogurt.

**With olive oil, onion powder, garlic powder, salt, and Spam Spray.

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Book 37: Peace Child, Don Richardson. 288pp

A tad gory in its early pages; a tad dry in the middle. I felt it really picked up only when the missionary began unlocking the culture of the Sawi people and finding "redemptive analogies". Had I written this book, I would have presented it differently so the backstory that takes up almost half the book would be cleverly inserted later where relevant.

Still, nitpicking abput sytle aside, it was a grand story about reaching a seemingly unreachable people with the Gospel and what a positive change Jesus' love made in their society.