1690 words. I may be able to wrap it up in the next chapter, or it might take one more short epiloguey sort of chapter after that. I will finish tonight.

I’m going to go try finishing a book now.

Okay, who the hell took my iron?

I have a cold. Apparently sleeping at that great elevation made me sick. :( My ears itch and my throat hurts and my nose is stuffy, and I’m eating oranges and drinking water in hopes of ridding myself of it. Snivel.

Mutter. 1600 words tonight, another chapter finished, and I’ve still got two to go. I’ve stopped for the night, because I don’t feel like writing another two chapters tonight. Gotta start earlier tomorrow. It’s *raining*. It’s the second of December and it’s five hours past sunset and it’s *raining*. What the *hell*. In other news, I made a terrible batch of fudge. I’ve never done that before. I’m sending it to work with Shaun tomorrow. (It’s not *that* bad. It’s … adequate.)