85,000 words and gaining on it. Thank goodness.

Mr Lector notwithstanding, I am making progress now!

I spent the day glued to the working chair. I got blisters on my hand yesterday wielding a broom, trying to help Jane clean up the gutter mess, which shows you in what sad shape my hands are. They caught the gun-waving bad guy who held up somebody in a state park the size of a postage stamp, kind of off the beaten track and in a wooded area, where nobody in his right mind should be at 10 pm…they had the choppers around hunting for Mr...