My grandfather used to tell me stories of back in the day before nanites kept a house repaired, that when you wanted to paint the walls, you’d spend three times as much time prepping the surface and the room as you did the actual painting.
That’s how today felt.
I’m still trying to map the area to the east, but to do it efficiently (that is to say, without dying) I’ve had to move a bed and a whole bunch of wood out to my easternmost room. And then I’ve had to bring other supplies, like food and mine carts and the like out this way too.
I did almost no mapping today, but I did get my supplies set up for tomorrow. Which I guess is progress? It doesn’t feel like progress. It feels like a lot of work that hopefully allows for a lot more work.