One afternoon. Four chapters. 246 words. And one Kirby vacuum cleaner demonstration that took twice as long as promised and did serious damage to my writing time budget. My couch is clean, though, which is exactly what I wanted.
I give the cat and kids twenty-four hours to return the couch to its natural state (furry and full of crumbs).
Thirty-six chapters to go. 3754 words unaccounted for.
Still sane. Stress level: elevated.