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The Appetite

    Hey, everyone. Yesterday was rather odd for me. For some reason, everything I ate tasted delicious. Therefore, I ate a lot of food. There are some days I don't care if I eat or not.
    I remember a time, years ago, when I went 28 days without eating anything. That's another story and an interesting story. Perhaps someday, I'll tell you about it.
    Today is a beautiful day here in the mountains. It is 60 degrees, very unusual for late November. We just came back from a stroll in the woods. We found the tracks of a huge doe, probably the largest that I have ever seen. They were so big that I wondered if they were made by an elk. Perhaps it was a doe with an appetite like mine.
     There is supposed to be a big rain coming to the South. We need every drop we can get after all the years of low rainfall. Of course, we are on well water here at the green retreat. The big rain will be good for the well, I'm sure. The other day I took a sample of water from the creek and a second sample from the kitchen sink. I took them to be sampled for bacteria. The sample turned out clean.
     Do you remember, back in the summer, I mentioned that the ticks were really bad this year? One of the ticks that latched onto my chest had buried its head so deep that I could not remove it, even with tweezers, a needle etc. I decided to just leave the darn thing. Well, last night I got up in the middle of the night and noticed that my body had rejected the thing and it was on the surface with a bit of dead skin. Yeah, I know. Disgusting. I removed it and it felt good to do so. I suppose that ticks have a useful function in this world but I don't know what the heck it is. I vote that we kill them all.
     I know that I have a lot of new readers on the blog and I wanted to mention the blog archives. If you look to your right and down, there is a listing of my old blogs. They are arranged by months and years. There are some good posts in there and I think it might be a pleasant read for you. They are all free and cover a wide variety of subjects. There are no hidden links or adds or anything harmful. Some are serious, some are silly. I believe that there are around 400 of them, covering almost two years. Isn't it amazing how time flies? As I've said many times before, make a point to do those things you've always wanted to do in life. Perhaps one a year. Because the time will come when you will have no opportunity to do them.
     Carley has been busy typing a novel I wrote years ago. It is the third and final novel in the series about Ben, Karina, the giant Miller and the Chinese beauty, Mai. It is the story of an America trying to recover from a nuclear attack, thrown back to a time with no stores, no electricity, no vehicles. It is about an occupying army and prisons filled with captive women. It is about the men and women who dare to fight back.
     The name of the book is called Lost Gap. It is actually the first book I ever wrote. Then I went back and wrote two novels on the front end of it, and published them. These novels are KGB Retirement and Karina's Journal.
    I've been having some fun with the books. Those of y'all (southern term for all-inclusive) who have read my free short story called Shenandoah will be surprised to see those characters reappear in my Notch Series. In fact, when I'm done, all my books will tie together in some way. For instance, Sam Nokin, a character in one series, appears in another novel called Climbers Reward. That is a story about the turbulent sixties, with which I am intimately acquainted. This book is definitely adults only. It is pretty racy stuff. Another cross-over character is a drug dealer in the series that starts with The Dan Tattoo. His name is Felix Delgado. In Spam and Rice (the third novel in that series) he is the head of a cartel in Mexico who has a change of heart. In Climber's Reward, Felix makes a cameo appearance, several decades earlier.
    Well, it appears that I am rambling on again. It is my wish that you have a nice weekend, free from drama. I'll probably post at least once more this weekend. Adios.
    From the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills.

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