Made it.
This one's a little under 5k on the word count -- but the other chapter posted today was a little under 10k, so I'm going to go with the aggregate number. This is a chapter which sets up a few things -- including our next swing back into comedy, as Fleur finally winds up having to directly deal with that bitch. Please stand well back while social fu is in progress, and keep any easily-wounded egos behind the barriers at all times.
The questions which came in on today's blog post will be answered tomorrow, and then it'll be time to play catch-up with the reward-level blog dictation subjects. (I have much guilt about the delays. Fortunately, there's no longer a fever to go with it.) In the meantime, we bid February 'good riddance,' and hope March will be a little better.
I'm perfectly aware that it could be worse. I've even figured out several methods as to how.
I haven't even found a way to turn the now-ongoing joke which is my washing machine situation into a story yet...