Day 83:
I’m serious about the duckens down in the tunnels. I know it probably seems like I jump around a lot in these logs, but it’s hard to do one thing day in and day out when you’re in charge of everything. I can’t just grow food – even at the rate the food here grows there isn’t enough to keep me busy every day. Besides, if I did, things like gathering wood to keep the fires burning or making tools wouldn’t happen. And I can’t make tools every day or I wouldn’t have food. And between all those things, I need to dig.
Well, technically I don’t need to dig. I’ve been here almost 3 months now and The Company isn’t back yet — and when they do come back (I refuse to think they won’t), then I’m going to give them such an earful they’ll be paying me not to dig.
But I love to dig. It’s stress-relieving and I’m good at it, and it’s like playing a constant adventure game.
Anyway, I’ve gathered about 50 eggs (I’m pretty sure they’re fertilized because these duckens breed like proverbial bunnies) and I’m gathering more.
Meanwhile, after I gathered all today’s eggs, I went out to the trees to harvest some wood. Halfway up a large dark oak tree I hear a noise below me and — yup — giraffe-corgi explosion. Ever fall down with a tree? I don’t recommend it. I think I dislocated (and then reset) my elbow and HOLY COD does that hurt.
Taking tomorrow off. If all else fails I’ll have eggs for dinner.
