Today I had promised to help Kim with the tiling in the basement, so I knew I was leaving the land. Therefore, I did little beyond locking up the cabin and uploading the latest of my writing. I’d written much more than I thought last night, nearly four thousand words, so a draft of Not Quite Dark is nearly finished. I can see it will still need some work, but at least it progresses.
The tiling went as usual and we accomplished even more than Kim had wanted. I am to go back next week to do the grouting, and then the floor will be as finished as it’s liable to be, at least right away. I stayed to dinner, but left shortly after, to darkening skies and light rain.
This evening I watched The Hedgehog
again, or at least part of it, as well as finished the Wim Wenders’ Wrong Move. His characters are too disconnected, and 
focus on alienation and people being lost in the landscape. Only in Alice in den Städten does he overcome that, at least amongst the films I’ve seen. The Hedgehog is a film about connection, and resolutely rejects the isolation that Wenders has appear very naturally.
Another novel nearly done, and a veces yo preguntarse, que es un punto?
