Day 242: Not that obsessed

Day 242:

So far, no sign of more pigs.

I’ve been clearing the bulk of the sand out of the sea to my north (or whatever it is).

There’s ore below it, in some parts, but it’s hard enough just scooping sand into a bag to haul up. I can’t imagine trying to hold my breath and swing a pickaxe through water. I’m not even sure I could get enough momentum to do anything.

So I’m not totally ore-crazy, which in a way is a relief, because sometimes I worry about my mental health in this place.

Today, I miss oranges.