Author: kirabug

Day 763:

It was a bit cloudy today, and my head was much more tolerant of sound and sun than yesterday, so I went fishing all day.

Beautiful weather, not too warm, not too cold that getting wet would be a health hazard. No monsters close enough to be a threat.

I spent a lot of my time just watching the fish, to be honest. They rose up to the surface, then dove back down together, swam in between the squid, then rose to the surface again.

Sometimes, even in this “idyllic” setting, I forget to slow down and relax. Doing so because I’d been blown off the side of a mountain wasn’t my plan, but it turned out to be a good way to spend the day anyway.

And if you’re curious, no boots today.  A few wooden bowls.

I now have 19 wooden bowls. I sand them with rough stone, then oil them with the fat rendered from the cows and pigs, and they’re usable again. Don’t know what I’m going to do with 19 of them, but it’s not like I don’t have the storage space in this giant cavern I’ve dug. And maybe they’ll be meaningful to some archaeologist somewhere.

Day 762:

Finally got too cold to sleep any longer. One disadvantage of caves is they’re always damp and cool and when you’re in bed with a concussion for days, it’s hard to tend the fire.

Got up, made a fire, and boiled some water for tea.

It’s not real tea, it’s boiled flower petals, which is as close as I can get to tea in this place of grass and random plants. I tried making tea out of the grass  a while ago and that was definitely not tea. I tried boiling some of the vines out on the swamp trees and not only was that not tea, it was a great way to cure constipation — and not one I want to repeat,  lest it builds up in the blood.

Boiling flower petals has been more successful. Dandelion tea is better than the white flower tea. The rose tea is the best but the roses are so rare I don’t want to risk using them all up all the time.

Anyway, hot tea, a little while out on the front lawn to get some indirect sunlight, and then pumpkin soup because talking and chewing make my head hurt.

Maybe tomorrow I’ll feel good enough to go pick the pumpkins in the patch.

Day 761:

Everything is still too loud and my head and neck both hurt. Maybe I’m dying of one of those brain diseases where your brain swells up in your skull? Or maybe “just” a concussion.

Going back to bed.

Day 760

I have a serious headache. It’s been a while since I had a headache this bad.

Napped all day. When the sound of the duckens got too loud I moved my bed to a further-away chamber so I could sleep.

Now it’s the middle of the night. Got up, ate some jerky and a carrot, going back to bed.

Day 759:

I got caught outside by the monsters. I wasn’t paying attention, the sun went down, and they found me hanging on the eastern side of a mountain, chipping away at the rock.

Specifically, an exploding giraffe-corgi caught up with me. And blew me off the side of the mountain.

Now based on the fact that I’m writing this you already know I survived. The piece I didn’t mention was that I was only a few meters off the ground; enough to cause a whale of a  headache but not enough to kill me this time.

Bouncing the head off the ground is not comfortable no matter what the surface, but the good news if you can call it that is that the eastern side of the mountain is swampland. Lots of swamp. So at least it was a squishy bounce.

Anyway, I’m thinking tomorrow is a good day to stay home with my eyes closed and wish I had a radio. Seeing hurts. Thinking hurts. Candlelight hurts and it’s going to be a lot brighter than that tomorrow.