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Day 809:

Remember the other day when I saw the beautiful (live) horse at the top of the cliff outlined by the moonlight?

Jerk pushed me off a cliff today.

I had no idea horses were territorial.

Now I’m determined to catch him and move him somewhere that isn’t related to push me off cliffs. Braiding has jumped in priority.

Day 808:

Remember that waterfall that soaked me? No the other one. The one to the south. Anyway, I’ve dug out around the spring and it’s settled into a nice pond that isn’t trying to drown me or knock me off my feet.

I thought I saw one of the skeleton horses creeping around too — going to try to catch it the next time I see it. I braided some rope a while ago but I don’t think it’s sturdy enough to catch undead animals so I’m thinking of braiding one out of leather this time.

I’ll be honest, I’m not particularly good at braiding. One doesn’t end up with long hair when one lives in space. I mean, I didn’t take pills to remove all my hair like some people did — seems like a good way to get chapped everything if you ask me — but maybe the practice braiding leather will help me figure out how to get my hair back under control too.

It’s been a long time without scissors.

Day 807:

I’m really glad I have this magic picture rock because no one is  going to believe this one otherwise.

Remember the cliff face that the water was pouring out of?

Wait, that’s too vague.

Remember the one that the mountain stream started gushing out of, after the busted pond but before the other two ponds?

I have managed to reshape the area into a nice pond (because ponds! They’re a theme!) and I was just putting the smoothing touches on an area that was just sopping wet previously when a zombie ran out of the trees to attack me.

He was wearing a jack-o-lantern on his head.

I am not kidding. I am very freaked out. I’m amazed I even thought to take the picture.

He died like a normal zombie — disintegrated — and didn’t leave any pumpkin behind. Which is good because rotting zombie is the only smell worse than rotting pumpkin. I know because my dog rolled in one once when I was a kid.

So he’s gone, but what in the wide universe caused that? I’m not sure I want to know.

Day 806:

I was at the top of a cliff, eroding away its surface with very sharp tools, when it started to rain.

Normally that’s my cue to head in, but from where I was standing it was clear that nothing too extremely menacing was in the area, so I decided I’d keep going a little longer.

That’s when I noticed it was snowing, sort of. The rain/snow line here was… crisp. Like visibly crisp. One section was clearly snow and next to it was clearly rain, as if it was falling in organized columns.

Except for the fact that literally nothing here is organized unless I organize it, I’d believe it was falling that way on purpose.

Things got cold and wet pretty quickly, so the rest of my day was spent in front of a warm fire wishing for cocoa plants (or the patience to learn how to brew whiskey).