Day 250:
Turns out the pig and I both fit in the bed, and it’s quite warm. OK pig, you can stay for now.
But I’m not naming you.
Meanwhile, the water in the bay-ish are to my north seems to be clearer than usual, which means I’m getting sand and clay out I’d never been able to see before. It still doesn’t explain why some of the sand and clay has started to float, but the floating part does sort of help harvesting it easier, so I’m not sure this is a complaint so much as confusion on why things change.
The pig is currently rooting around in my chambers. I gave it a potato and it ate that, so it doesn’t seem to be hungry, just curious. It’s a bit like having a dog, only without the zoomies and the barking.