I am not dead not yet

I have hardly slept at all these last two weeks so I am sorry I have not been updating you regularly my friends.

I have nightmares of being taken back behind the barn and put on the old stump - the very stump from which I made my famous speech - and having this neck of mine cut by the man's cleaver that I can see hanging right over there in the kitchen.

Maybe I will steal his cleaver.

But no, he will just find another one.

I cannot sleep and I cannot eat and I have maybe gotten a little skinnier lately but only in the way that I can notice. Carmel mentioned something but I think Sally told her about me not eating and maybe she was just being nice.

I am exhausted and even making it into the farmhouse tonight has been a chore but I know it has been a long time since I gave you any kind of update at all and so I thought I should pop on just so that you know I am not dead well not yet anyway.

I hope you are all having a lovely sleep as I write this and that you are not living in fear that you will be eaten because it is not a nice way to be living I can assure you of that no sirree bob.