Day 665: Back still achy

Day 665:

I’m still mining, but much more slowly, as everything feels like it’s a giant knot.

I’d give anything for a hot spring to soak in right now. Even building a fire hurts. (And when it hurts, it’s a lot more risky to do.)

Pain medicine is definitely lacking here.

Day 664: boring and yet painful

Day 664:

Today was:

  • mine stuff
  • haul stuff to the surface
  • replenish my tools
  • go back to mining stuff

Most days my back is perfectly happy with this; today it’s been mad all day. I don’t know if I just pulled something or did something more serious (finally), but it’s not happy. So I’m trying to take it easy.

I’m not very good at taking it easy. There’s always something to do to up the chances that nobody will kill me tomorrow.

Day 663: and arrows

Day 663:

Miserable and rainy outside and the caverns are all filled with zombies.

(Well, possibly not. I didn’t feel like checking.)

Anyway, it was a good day to stay home and fletch arrows. Stars knows I have enough feathers in this place to fletch enough arrows for all of Earth’s fleet, if they used arrows anymore, which they don’t.

The wood here is rarely knotty and takes well to a knife, though it’s hard to get true roundness without the grain splitting. I’ve thought about trying to make a lathe but I don’t think it’s a matter of speed, I think it’s a matter of how the trees grow with almost square trunks here.

(Makes sawing a table a sight easier, I can tell you that much.)

So I have enough arrows to hold me for a bit and I even got up enough nerve to use them to kill a zombie hanging out uncomfortably close to my front door.

Not a bad day, if you excuse the horde.

Day 662: protection

Day 662:

I’ve grown quite fond of the bow I’m currently using. It fires straight and true and generally hits whatever I’m aiming at. Yes, it’s true that it’s the person not the tool, but at the same time even the best shooter can’t shoot with a bent bow.

On the other hand, it’s taken quite its fair share of damage between zombies and explosions and just general tromping around underground, and I suspect it’s going to break quite dramatically on me soon.

I’m working on creating a new bow, but I’m going to miss this one.

Day 661: holidays

Day 661:

It occurs to me that I’ve been here long enough at this point that I’ve missed years of major holidays. Planetary Independence Day has come and gone at least twice. New Year’s, obviously, at least two. And forget all the Earth-time-based holidays, since without a conversion calendar I have no idea what day it is on the home planet these days.

It’s always spring here, always just early June where it’d be nice to have a jacket in the middle of the night but not so hot during the day that I want to strip naked. (Which is really good considering the monsters.

And I think without the seasons change or the ship-based reminders, it’s just really hard to keep track of the date.

(Plus I’m still not sure this isn’t all a hallucination.)

It doesn’t feel like solstice, but this planet might not have a solstice.

It’s just really odd.