Day 763:
It was a bit cloudy today, and my head was much more tolerant of sound and sun than yesterday, so I went fishing all day.
Beautiful weather, not too warm, not too cold that getting wet would be a health hazard. No monsters close enough to be a threat.
I spent a lot of my time just watching the fish, to be honest. They rose up to the surface, then dove back down together, swam in between the squid, then rose to the surface again.
Sometimes, even in this “idyllic” setting, I forget to slow down and relax. Doing so because I’d been blown off the side of a mountain wasn’t my plan, but it turned out to be a good way to spend the day anyway.
And if you’re curious, no boots today. A few wooden bowls.
I now have 19 wooden bowls. I sand them with rough stone, then oil them with the fat rendered from the cows and pigs, and they’re usable again. Don’t know what I’m going to do with 19 of them, but it’s not like I don’t have the storage space in this giant cavern I’ve dug. And maybe they’ll be meaningful to some archaeologist somewhere.