"None too bright out," said Nona, stumping the toe of her left boot against the scraper. "Looks like rain."

"Don't be sayin' none of that," said Wyllanor. She dried her hands, the towel so old that the printed sunflowers faded into the pale blue sky. "You know that'll make Mama cry." She twitched the half-curtain and peered out. The pale morning sun had given up on promising anything and was slowly wilting into a cloud bank. Wyllanor sighed.

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How much can you really type on a cell phone? I guess we shall see.

I downloaded this livejournal app earlier and it's supposed to show my friends page and let me make posts. I am trying the post thing now, but haven't seen a darn on my friends page yet. Just blank space. I am hoping that's because no one has just updated yet. Lj can be kinda slow. The app is called journaler.

My cat, Callie, is curled up next to me and we are watching the wizard of oz. I am one happening chick on a saturday night. I know it.

Let's see If this thing works.

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