Day One Thousand Two Hundred Four #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Elijah with his staff and Mawuli with his sling made short work of the wild dogs. Dispatching fully half of them before the remainder scampered away in a panic.

Things returned to normal after that. The new normal anyway.

As a plus the incident seemed to restore Mawuli’s equilibrium.

And the cold snap ended. Another welcome circumstance.

But it all changed again in the middle of my morning watch. Out on the perimeter the wild dogs reappeared. Everyone responded to my alarm. Thus, we all saw them stop in their tracks, turn and flee.

None of us had time to ponder this as immediately the ground shook and the terrain around us undulated like the waves of an unruly sea.

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Day One Hundred Seventy Eight #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Awoke this morning and during my ablutions I discovered I had been bitten by something. Such is life in the outdoors.

On a similar note, we also received a messenger from Moglen.  A different type of pest.

I know – how uncharitable of me. Probably the irritation factor of that bite unsettling my equilibrium.

Lyle was commanded to accompany the messenger back into the city.  He went freely. After I argued with him. That bite again.

I kept busy in Lyle’s absence. I had to change our original plan of trying to find a more direct route down to the desert. Instead I stood with Grazie and selected seed for planting.

In times like these, I really miss my walled courtyard.