Sleep now, the fire is dying

Writing has been curtailed over the past few day due to frantic housecleaning. We got the house clean in time for the home inspection, only to learn that our smoke detectors are mostly dead. Don't worry, the guys says--just buy new ones and plug them in. Only we learn that the ones we can buy now (same brand and everything) have totally different plugs than the old ones, and rewiring will be needed. This is why none of our projects get finished quickly.

But at least writing happened after the abortive inspection.

Title Redacted
Words today: 1223
Words total: 3028
Mean things: skinny asses on hard chairs, lack of sleep, childhood memories

Today's excitement was writing a lullaby in a conlang. Or, more specifically, translating a lullaby into a conlang. Which isn't very connish as langs go--I'm afraid it shows its pilfered origins a little too much. But still! I made up a lullaby! I feel accomplished.