Saturday Updates

We made it home. Before we left we got to the beach and pool, and headed bayside to watch the sunset. 

Evening activities like going bayside for the sunset prevented the trip from being a bust. A Hurricane was offshore, and autumn arrived early. As we drove back up the island last night, we asked the girls if they had fun. They responded affirmatively and declared their desire to come back next summer. 

We gotta get an earlier week in the summer, which could be tough to do. Already it's hard to find rentals. We're able to rent because we lock in next year's rental when turning in the key.  A lot of owners aren't renting anymore (if you shelled out half a million for a 500 square foot condo, you might as well enjoy it). Most of those that do rent do so via Vrbo and charge a tonne. We'll be back though, for visit number 38. Until next summer. 

We've stuff to put away and laundry to do and we're enjoying the weird after effect of the beach where everything we brought down the shore smells like the condo. The scent has been the same for over 40 years. To us, that scent is the beach. 

The things.

Here's yearly sales through August:

Brown(?) is The New American Order, blue is The Aftermath of 1976. Once again we see sales drop 20 percent per month off the peak.

Sitting in the sun and breeze we figured out a lot of things in World War 1990: Norway. We've four tasks left. Finish the Battle of Tromso, which includes the Saratoga's fate (which we don't know yet), finish the land counterattack, write the Swedish intermission, and write the epilogue in which we get our Midway on. That's it. That's the gig. That's our September. 48,000 words.