Day 184: Connecting the dots

Day 184: I’m still trying to fix my maps, and it’s a lot more work than I thought because apparently I have a lot more rooms than I thought I did.

I’ve been hard at work here.

Day 183: Poop

Day 183:

With all these animals you’d think there’d be a heck of a lot of fertilizer around.

They don’t poop.

I’m baffled too.

I, on the other hand, have ver carefully marked my outhouse’s “storage” area on the map so I never ever ever tunnel into it.

Day 182: Ranching

Day 182:

While yesterday I concentrated on plants, today was about the animals. Just enough of them escape my pen on a regular basis that after a certain point they have to be dealt with.

It’s like the duckens and cows are social animals but they don’t like fences. (Can’t say I blame them) so when they get out, the first thing they do is stand next to the fence to get back in.

I don’t like killing my animals, or any animals. (I’m not really minding killing the monsters since that’s more of a kill-or-get-killed). So I try to limit killing duckens and cows to the ones that have escaped the fence and then stand there mooning over it like they’re sorry they ever left. It’s much much easier to kill the ones that escaped than to get them back inside the fence, and it makes it easier to spot incoming monsters when I’m not trying to look through a few tons of cow to do so.

So I’ve got fresh chicken and fresh cow and fresh skins to turn into leather. I’ve got enough feathers to make another bed, and probably enough chicken skins too.

And my back hurts from mining, and the leg a rock fell on the other day (forgot to tell you about that) is still pretty sore, so I’ll probably be indoors a few more days.

Day 181: Farming

Day 181:

Spent the day farming. Harvested some potatoes and carrots and wheat, which means more carrot bread in my future. I remember my grandparents buying potato bread, but I haven’t figured out how to make it yet. Potatoes, it turns out, are very wet.

So am I. It’s raining like crazy outside.

Sometimes, the only time I’m really warm anymore is when I’m deep in a mine standing a few dozen meters from flowing lava. What I’d give for an electric blanket.

Day 180: Half a year gone

Day 180:

It’s been a half a Standard year since I arrived. I don’t know how I feel about that except that my memory of what it was like to live somewhere else are beginning to fade. Was there ever a time where I brushed my teeth with a sonic toothbrush and used robots to do my hair? It doesn’t seem like it.

I found a problem with my map. I was off by a few feet on one of the levels, and that meant everything else I mapped was wrong too. It wasn’t really noticeable until I tried to draw in a new chamber and it overlapped another one.

So instead of digging right now, I’m map drawing. Cartographing?

It’s using a lot of paper.