Day 762: Tea, or not

Day 762:

Finally got too cold to sleep any longer. One disadvantage of caves is they’re always damp and cool and when you’re in bed with a concussion for days, it’s hard to tend the fire.

Got up, made a fire, and boiled some water for tea.

It’s not real tea, it’s boiled flower petals, which is as close as I can get to tea in this place of grass and random plants. I tried making tea out of the grass  a while ago and that was definitely not tea. I tried boiling some of the vines out on the swamp trees and not only was that not tea, it was a great way to cure constipation — and not one I want to repeat,  lest it builds up in the blood.

Boiling flower petals has been more successful. Dandelion tea is better than the white flower tea. The rose tea is the best but the roses are so rare I don’t want to risk using them all up all the time.

Anyway, hot tea, a little while out on the front lawn to get some indirect sunlight, and then pumpkin soup because talking and chewing make my head hurt.

Maybe tomorrow I’ll feel good enough to go pick the pumpkins in the patch.

Day 761: Also naps.

Day 761:

Everything is still too loud and my head and neck both hurt. Maybe I’m dying of one of those brain diseases where your brain swells up in your skull? Or maybe “just” a concussion.

Going back to bed.

Day 760: Naps

Day 760

I have a serious headache. It’s been a while since I had a headache this bad.

Napped all day. When the sound of the duckens got too loud I moved my bed to a further-away chamber so I could sleep.

Now it’s the middle of the night. Got up, ate some jerky and a carrot, going back to bed.

Day 759: blown off the side of a mountain

Day 759:

I got caught outside by the monsters. I wasn’t paying attention, the sun went down, and they found me hanging on the eastern side of a mountain, chipping away at the rock.

Specifically, an exploding giraffe-corgi caught up with me. And blew me off the side of the mountain.

Now based on the fact that I’m writing this you already know I survived. The piece I didn’t mention was that I was only a few meters off the ground; enough to cause a whale of a  headache but not enough to kill me this time.

Bouncing the head off the ground is not comfortable no matter what the surface, but the good news if you can call it that is that the eastern side of the mountain is swampland. Lots of swamp. So at least it was a squishy bounce.

Anyway, I’m thinking tomorrow is a good day to stay home with my eyes closed and wish I had a radio. Seeing hurts. Thinking hurts. Candlelight hurts and it’s going to be a lot brighter than that tomorrow.

Day 758: Snow is still cold

Day 758:

I’m rethinking the wool mittens.

They’re great at keeping me warm, but once my hands are in them and they get wet they’re not much help.

That’s a problem when you’re climbing a mountain and swinging a pickaxe in increasingly cold and humid weather. It’s stuffy enough to snow and I’ve only made it to the peak of the first mountain. (Technically I didn’t even do that since I drilled through a big part of it chasing an ore vein through the middle of it.)

Maybe leather lined with wool?

I know from my previous journeys that the leather gloves I made when I first arrived are definitely not warm enough. And wool would be warm enough if it was waterproofed, or at least, if I could keep the wool wet from sweat from getting to the air.

A project for the evenings back at my cave. Because I’m definitely not sleeping out here. So far I’ve only seen sheep and cows, but that’s enough to tell me zombies could fit here if they wanted to.