Day 266:
Fishing: it’s easy on the brain pan. Which is to say I’ve found a nice sunny spot along the water where I can fish and not get snuck up on by monsters or anything else. (Occasionally a ducken swings by to say hello.)
The problem is that it is sunny with a capital sunburn so at the moment I’m wearing the same heavy armor I wear down in the caves, to protect myself. I don’t have anything else with long sleeves and a lid. And that means I’m not, because armor is not designed for fishing in the sun.
So I’m contemplating how one would make a cotton fiber kind of stuff from the wheat we have here, and not succeeding.
But I have lots of time to think about it, because I’m fishing.