It took a few more hours and working with a five-year-old popping up over my shoulder demanding things at fifteen-minute intervals, but I finished up with my full count of words for the day. 2000, and a bit of change.
Peace has come to Hyre, and neither the Tonks nor the Eastils are happy about it.
Damn that peace anyhow. Who could possibly be happy to hear about that!
I figured the words would come. Glad to hear it was today.