Day 469:
Utterly boring day except when I was being attacked by rock rats – then it was a bit like having my hair set on fire. Long stretches of quiet punctuated by small creatures trying to murder me. That bit of the brain in charge of survival? The hindbrain? Utterly exhausted and even though I’m back safe in my own bed (for some definition of “safe”) convinced we’re going to be eaten by rock rats any minute.