Grog 3 now clocking in at 84k. I lost a little ground when I realized that the final plot arc would require a short re-write of the current chapter.

Meanwhile, my life has been complicated by my efforts to purchase a Nautilus treadmill from Amazon, to replace on that we wore out. First, they tried to deliver it to an address 254 miles from us, then they wrecked the box. The third effort saw an undamaged unit delivered, and I managed to wrestle the thing out of its box and assemble it with the help of my wife in two hours, hindered by instructions which relied upon diagrams drawn by a artist who was was working off a description of a piece of exercise equipment relayed by a guy who saw one a long time ago.

After exercising the full range of my not-inconsiderable vocabulary of profanity, it was together.

Then it would not start. At this point I was ready to drag it out to my range to use as a target stand, but my wife called tech support, and a surprisingly perky young woman determined that we would get another panel and most importantly, a technician to install it.

Such is the background of Human tragedy against which Grog 3 is being written. It’s not the fall of Kabul, but it was pretty annoying. Meanwhile I’m walking up and down my driveway (0.2 mile long) pondering how to ambush the creature who deliberately poops on my driveway every single evening instead of sorting out plot issues.

Anyway, that’s the current state of progress.