Day 175:
Not much to report either from a digging or a sheep-locating standpoint.
This evening, when the sun started coming down, I found a safe place to stand and just watched it go down. The sky is a brilliant orange nearly every night as the sun drops out of view, and from the other side a deep purple rises like a wave pushing the colors out of the sky.
I quite like it, even if it means that I have about thirty seconds to get inside before the zombie hordes arrive.
