35,386 words. 192 pages. Waiting to talk to tootie to get particulars on the broken foor because George had a sink fall on him and his feet and knees are bunged up. Cottage done and write write write. John and dane worked on the sink project. They got the hole covered up, the new sink put together and quit so I could have water and write in quiet. They will resume soon. In the meantime the culprit sink is still sitting on the floor. I feel like kicking it, but I’d just break my toe. I.m shooting for 40k words. If I keep going I think I will make it.