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A Penny, And A Feather, For Your Thoughts

     Hey, everyone. It was a neat day, here at the green retreat. Carley (my wife) found the smallest feather, as you can see. I thought I'd tell you what I did today so you would see how boring life will be for you when you get old.
     We were both off today, which is a good start on any day. I got up and spent an hour drinking coffee and looking at the news and gaming reviews on the Padster. Then we ate bacon, scrambled eggs, toast and jelly. Then I played a bunch of songs on keyboard and sang along with several of them. Carley and I did some typing on the newest western I've written called Notch 4. It should go live this week sometime on the ebook stores.
    We walked in the woods. It was about 42 degrees F and misting rain. I told Carley that when we got home I would sing her the old song by Jay and The Americans called Walking In The Rain. They do it a lot better than I do but they probably don't love her like I do. That's got to count for something, right?
     After that I went on the app store and downloaded a few games that I had found earlier as I checked out the new games. I bought the hottest game of the week called Modern Combat 3, Fallen Nation. It cost $6.99 which is on the upper rung of app store prices but I bet it will be cool. It takes a very large 1.05 gigs of space! I haven't played it yet. Hopefully I will have a review out this weekend. Actually, I have been playing Modern Combat 2, Black Pegasus all week. It is great fun and I highly recommend it. Also, try a game called Arkano Arena and Lost Butterflies, which is a tranquil, Zen type of game with a  match 3 style.
     This afternoon, Carley and I drank some cold beer and ate a rather odd meal consisting of cold fried chicken, potato salad, saltine crackers and boiled eggs with mustard. It was a delicious change of pace, believe it or not. Then I lit a fire in the fireplace and we sat in front of it and chatted while we listened to music.
    We had a big bottle of pre-mix Hurricane drink. We had one each of those on ice and filled up the hot tub. I jumped in and right back out because the water was scorching. I had suds from the bubble bath all over me and Carley laughed her butt off and threatened to take my picture and put it on the blog. Thankfully, she did not.
    Right now, as I type this, Carley is sitting in the living room, playing her new games, watching the fire and listening to the I-Pod over the speaker system. She is singing along with Paul McCartney as he does Let It Be. She sings very well when she thinks no one can hear her and she sings out. As days go, this is really good for me, probably would be boring for all of you. To each his own, but I like it here at the green retreat, on a rainy Friday in October. I hope you have a great night.  May you be safe and happy, whether you're in New York, California or Moscow. Peace and grace to you. Good night.
    I'm CE Wills.
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