Day 554:
I’m practicing my sewing on making cushions that I can see if I’ve gotten this gut-string right yet. It’s also kind of nice to think I can make something to sit on other than the bed that isn’t literally rock hard.
I’ve got a ton of wood available to make furniture from, and I’m thinking a chair might be nice.
I think this was the kind of stuff my ancestors did over the winter, but so far there’s still no sign of a season change, so unless there’s an extremely long orbit on this rock, it’s not tilted at an angle and the seasons are determined by the latitude and the elevation.
Which would explain the snow on the mountains that are virtually in my backyard, anyway…