Still don't feel much like writing.
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This particular tree is the one which may or may not be the live oak which appeared in the movie Gone With the Wind. I'm still trying to track down information on that local rumor. No luck, so far. I asked the crows before they flew away but, alas, they knew nothing, or weren't telling. Frankly, I think they just didn't give a damn.
Oh, yeah. It has cleared for the time being, but still as cold as a warlock's willie. At least Sluggo behaved himself a bit better tonight. (Knock on fake-wood veneer of particle board computer desk.) I'm going to sleep. Wake me when you find out why a helicopter landed in a field north of my house in the middle of the night. I suspect an elaborate prank. If Ashton Kutcher shows up, I won't hesitate to seal him up in the crawl space under my house.