MADE 420 words this evening, or morning if you will, just before bedtime. Continuing the train of narration from Monday night. Tiko no longer speaks broken English — it was a ploy — but knows an awfully uncomfortable lot about Earth culture and idioms for an Elf.
Feels good to be making progress, no matter how slight, and no matter how hard it is to hold my head up and my eyes open to type. I’m for the bed. G’nite.