What was I going to say? I don’t remember. Oh, now I do. Today was the deadline, I was to have decided if I was adding to Semantics or not. And the decision is–yes. I think it needs a wee bit more.
Once the decision was made, however, I was supposed to stop working on Keen and not touch it again until Semantics was done. That, I did not do. *sigh* Bly is falling down on the job, she was supposed to nag/threaten/encourage/bully me into doing it. But I guess she forgot. Hmm, maybe I can get it done before she remembers…
Tonight, though, I only worked on Keen. 20, 375 is the count tonight. That’s exactly one thousand seventy words. Damn, I’m good. 😉 Except I ought to be managing at least twice that, since I’m not doing much else with my days, to my own and Bly’s frustration. We’re supposed to be looking for a house, and since she’s working 6:30 to 3 and I’m not working at all…
We did go to look at two houses today, both far too small. We have to have enough room, or we’ll drive each other…more insane than we already are. Not to mention, Hope needs space if she’s going to survive un-throttled to eight years old. Today I think her internal calendar said it was Talk Back Day, so she talked back and argued with pretty much every single thing anyone said to her.
Grr. We need a house.