I’m making good progress east to the big mountain, but I’m also passing a lot of great bits of ore in the walls.
I want to go back and get all the ore out of the walls. But I also want to make progress.
I’m really bad at these kinds of decisions.
Right now I’m thinking it might be time to dig up anyway, to see where in the mountains I’m at. But even that’s a hard decision when you’re tired.
Maybe I should go home and get solid night’s sleep before deciding anything else. Somewhere warm with a fire and some meat and bread.
Day 223: For the first time in ages, I fished and only caught fish. It was kind of relaxing not having to untangle my line on weird stuff constantly.
One of the fish I occasionally catch is a bright yellow thing with spines. I’m assuming it’s poisonous because no matter where in the galaxy I’ve gone, “bright color and spines” means trouble. And I am definitely not a biologist.
Not sure what to do with the fish though. If I compost them, will they poison my garden veggies? Not sure I want to find out the hard way.
Last night on my way home from far out, I almost got blown by a giraffe-corgi who was hiding behind a tree.
Today I went out to patch that giant hole (because I’ve learned leaving craters around the compound just means one tends to trip and fall into craters and that hurts like hell, frankly) and almost got blown up by another exploding giraffe-corgi behind a tree.
Not sur whether the answer is to cut down all trees or carry dirt with me everywhere.
Day 221: Spent the day shooting duckens on the plains because I don’t like killing the duckens I raised… even though I probably raised like a thousand of them by now.
Guess that shows there’s still some humanity in me, no matter how illogical.
Day 220: Still digging. Not much more to say than that.