July 8th. Time is ticking by. We don’t have a house. We looked at a mobile home today that had a park not six feet from the back door, but we just can’t cope with the house and the location (small and cramped, way the flip from my work) even for the park and the price. (huge and awesome, small and easily achievable.)
Sigh. Hope is mad, she went into the park with the owners’ daughters while we were looking at the property, and she had too much fun. Now I can’t make her understand that we just can’t live in that house. For God’s sake, I barely top five feet and I could reach the ceilings in nearly every room.
I got past my stall on Keen. At about 2100 he started (okay, Luc started) talking to me again. My total for the day is about 1100 words, which astonishes me. So the word count is 29,178. Yay!
Double YAY!!! I got Rafe done. Done, done, done, I’m thrilled with the ending. That’s probably a good part of why it took me so long to get going on Keen, as a matter of fact. I was so pleased with Rafe I kept going back to re-read. 😀