Day 308:<\/p>\n
Now that my brick path is in (and it does look really sharp) I’m strongly tempted to put in more paths to some of my other entryways. I mean, I do still have a LOT of brick sitting around.<\/p>\n
On the other hand, I’m supposed to be headed toward sheep.<\/p>\n
I think my hesitance is bringing in even more animals in this madhouse. I mean, I’ve already got hundreds of duckens, a bunch of cows, and now a good half dozen pigs. Plus gardening. I don’t want to be a farmer.<\/p>\n
I mean, sure, there’s no poo, but I prefer my callouses come from a pickaxe than a hoe.<\/p>\n
On the other hand, wool socks.<\/p>\n
The wool socks are still winning, but it’s not like they’re going to be easy to make either. I remember how to knit — my great grandmother insisted I learn — but spinning isn’t something we did a lot of on the ship heading out to mining sites, what with the lack of sheep, wool, and space.<\/p>\n
But warm socks.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Day 308: Now that my brick path is in (and it does look really sharp) I’m strongly tempted to put in more paths to some of my other entryways. I mean, I do still have a LOT of brick sitting around. On the other hand, I’m supposed to be headed toward sheep. I think my … <\/p>\n