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Slow Day,Slow Night

    Hey, everyone. I had a nice day today. I was off and feeling kind of lazy. We ate a big breakfast. My wife fixed bacon, biscuits and gravy, potatoes with peppers, and a fried egg. I drank milk and orange juice. Then we took a nice walk in the woods. I was glad to see there was still water in the creek from the recent rains. My wife found a tiny little deer track in the mud. When we got back to the house I played the keyboard and we sang a bunch of songs. Very relaxing. We took an afternoon nap which refreshed me. Then I went out and split some big chunks of firewood with the ax. The wood was red oak which is very aromatic. My wife refers to it, very charmingly, as 'butt oak' because of its peculiar odor. Don't ask, OK?
    Later in the evening we sat around and watched a couple of sorry movies on TV. We're planning on getting out tomorrow and going to see the latest movie starring 'The Rock'. That's Dwayne Johnson, for all of you people who, like me, are not wrestling fans. The name of the movie is Faster. Seems like very few blockbuster movies are out this Christmas season. Next week is when my woman, Angelina Jolie, appears in The Tourist, with Johnny Depp. I have to go see that.
    Part of the evening we sat around and played games on the I-Pad. When a new device can change the TV habits of an older guy, you've really got something. There's quite a few evenings now when I just mess around on the Padster.
    I know, a little boring on this blog; but my day was a bit boring as well. I'm just not much of a party guy, anymore.
   From the slow-paced retreat, I'm CE Wills.
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