Day 663:
Miserable and rainy outside and the caverns are all filled with zombies.
(Well, possibly not. I didn’t feel like checking.)
Anyway, it was a good day to stay home and fletch arrows. Stars knows I have enough feathers in this place to fletch enough arrows for all of Earth’s fleet, if they used arrows anymore, which they don’t.
The wood here is rarely knotty and takes well to a knife, though it’s hard to get true roundness without the grain splitting. I’ve thought about trying to make a lathe but I don’t think it’s a matter of speed, I think it’s a matter of how the trees grow with almost square trunks here.
(Makes sawing a table a sight easier, I can tell you that much.)
So I have enough arrows to hold me for a bit and I even got up enough nerve to use them to kill a zombie hanging out uncomfortably close to my front door.
Not a bad day, if you excuse the horde.