Almost!

We got up early again this morning, despite having gone to bed early this morning! We knew Jeffrey would be here by 7:30 a.m. The punchlist has been dwindling, and it looked like we might finish today and be able to go out to Lake Milford.

One of the first items on the agenda was getting into the paint booth so the damage to the fresh paint on the hinges could be dealt with. However Jack Mayer's coach was in the paint booth, and Jeffrey reported that the painter didn't expect to finish before lunchtime. After lunch Chris came with the forklift and moved us into the paint booth.

One of the units in the production line really stands out: it has a residential toilet installed. That must mean that it's destined to stay in one place rather than travel the open road.

Meanwhile, Jeffrey put up the kitchen smoke detector we bought yesterday--a special type that avoids lots of false alarms (the kind that let you know your toast is done!). He mounted the fire extinguisher and put in a cabinet light where the printer is, on the right side of the entertainment center.

A little before lunch, Ken noticed he had a large swelling on his left bicep. It was starting to turn purplish, like a bruise, but it had a hard knot, it hurt when he poked it, and it itched. He checked with the folks in the office, and they told him about a clinic for walk-ins at the local hospital, but it didn't open until 3:00 p.m.

Meanwhile, we had to go to the Ford dealer to get a paper signed to complete our applications for Texas title and registration for our new F450 and the Majestic. We then headed to the post office to send the applications by Priority Mail. We asked that the license plates and registration certificates be sent to Jeff's place, where we expect to be in a couple of weeks. Ken mailed a birthday card to his daughter, Rebec

At the clinic, after the usual line-up and wait, Ken saw a P.A. who suggested that he might have inadvertently banged something agaist his arm, like a box, and broken a small blood vessel. The other possibility he suggested was an insect bite, perhaps a brown recluse spider bite. He didn't seem to think that either one was very serious, so we came home reassured and Ken took an antihistamine.

A severe storm passed through, with pounding rain and hail. We've been in a fifth wheel in the rain before, but never with a fiberglass roof. It sounded like we were inside a popcorn popper. The storm turned out to be brief. When the sun broke through, we finally got to take a walk.


Ken worked on setting up the WiFi Ranger. We decided to name our new network "Ranger Marks."