Day 667: Raiders of the dork arts

Day 667:

Raiders came around again and tried to jump me. From downhill. The higher ground definitely gave me an advantage especially where shooting them was concerned.

The weird llamas came around too, I assume with their disappearing traveling salesman, but I don’t have any emeralds to barter so they just blocked my front door.

I was out shearing my sheep when an exploding giraffe-corgi blew a crater in my sheep fence. Nobody got out because I plugged the hole with wool.

Yes, it was that much wool.

It’s quite a lot of wool actually. I could probably build a house out of wool. On the other hand, I’ve read The Three Little Pigs, so the idea doesn’t seem that appealing. Especially since the pigs were dealing with a boring wolf with halitosis, and I’m dealing with exploding xenomorphs.

Anyway, I’m definitely ready for a good night’s sleep. I don’t know if today was Monday but it felt like a Monday and if that’s the case I could sleep until Wednesday.

Day 666: Dinner plans

Day 666:

Back’s starting to loosen up and I’m feeling better, so I’m working outside instead of deep in the mines. Don’t want to push myself too hard.

And it gives me a chance to work on my food supply.

Now, objectively, I probably have enough food for a long time. I have one larder filled with more smoked fish than I could ever imagine. I have pork, beef, and chicken dried and preserved. I have (I wish I was kidding) trunks and trunks of carrots and pumpkin and wheat and things.

I’ve probably got a year’s worth of supplies. Well, standard year, anyway.

But what if it isn’t enough, I keep asking myself? What if there’s a six month blizzard tomorrow and I can’t get out for months and months? Is it enough?

Nevermind the fact that I think the planet’s locked into position around the sun and there is no sign this place gets seasons.

I wonder if I’ll be like this from now on, paranoid about food and shelter, or if it’s something I can grow back out of.

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.