Day 461:
I cleared the goo and in the process of shoveling it away discovered some emeralds. I have no idea what I’m going to do with emeralds in this place. They’re not handy for cutting or protection the way the diamonds are. (Assuming they are diamonds. Which I doubt.)
There’s no joy in certain kinds of work, no matter how hard I try. I don’t like shoveling goo. I don’t like feeding duckens. I don’t like cleaning, in general.
But if the universe wants to reward me with emeralds, I’m not going to argue.
I wonder what it would take to make a jewel polisher. Probably would at minimum need a flywheel, which is something I’ve never made. But I have iron (believe you me I have iron) and furnaces so I’m pretty sure I have all the raw ingredients.
Maybe tomorrow.