Day 235:
Feels like I’ve been harvesting sand for years. The only thing that keeps me going at it is the fact that once I get as much out of this area as possible I won’t have to do it again for a long long time.
The weather here is always late spring. Never so cold that you need a heavy coat, but never warm enough to say that it’s hot. That’s nice if one’s looking for a way to relax with a beer after a long day. But when you’re working in it, you’ve got to be careful… too much hard lifting and heat exhaustion sneaks up on you because the air’s colder than your body temperature. Too much time in the water and you can go hypothermic from the body heat loss.
Still, I’ve been here for months upon months and the flowers bloom every day, so it’s got that going for it. Certainly worse ways to spend your impending death by violent monster.