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: Naps
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: blown off the side of a mountain
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.
Day 758: Snow is still cold
Day 758:
I’m rethinking the wool mittens.
They’re great at keeping me warm, but once my hands are in them and they get wet they’re not much help.
That’s a problem when you’re climbing a mountain and swinging a pickaxe in increasingly cold and humid weather. It’s stuffy enough to snow and I’ve only made it to the peak of the first mountain. (Technically I didn’t even do that since I drilled through a big part of it chasing an ore vein through the middle of it.)
Maybe leather lined with wool?
I know from my previous journeys that the leather gloves I made when I first arrived are definitely not warm enough. And wool would be warm enough if it was waterproofed, or at least, if I could keep the wool wet from sweat from getting to the air.
A project for the evenings back at my cave. Because I’m definitely not sleeping out here. So far I’ve only seen sheep and cows, but that’s enough to tell me zombies could fit here if they wanted to.
Day 757: more sand… but also gravel
Day 757:
What I thought was a lot of sand was… well… not a lot of sand. There was a thin layer of sand covering a whole lot of gravel and I know because I dug up all that gravel until I hit the bottom of the river bed.
All in all, a disappointment.
I’m still heading east to see if I can find more sand. I’m not super optimistic since the thing directly in front of me is a large mountain, and behind it I can see the peaks of an even larger mountain. Covered with snow even! Thank goodness I have wool mittens now.
So I’m cold, wet, exhausted, and without the sand I need. Not a good day.