Most people would be upset to wake up in a river, back propped up by a spear. I wasn't one. I just cursed the damn sunlight. Couldn't I get one day of rain, of overcast clouds? <1>
I wasn't one of them, and there were other reasons to be happy.
[No diseases detected.]
And reasons, also, to be pissed off.
[Good morning! It's a good day to increase your Spearman level.]
[Track down rumors of a [Demon] or [Titanspawn]; these opponents ought to challenge you.]
But honestly, somehow I woke up with enough nutrition to see me through most of today. If I foraged well enough, I'd end up with two days worth of nutrition this same time tomorrow.
In the end though, it was a message from my Reticule that the river had [Cholera: Very Mild]. I mean, it's a RIVER. You have no clue how much water flows through even the smallest of streams. To infect the river that badly….
Somehow, I made a breakthrough this week. My therapist was all giggles and happy and... My point is, life was well for about a week or so. It's dangerously un-miserable right now.
But, my point is I'm adapting to that. I need an infinite amount of time to make the full conversion, but in the meantime the writing can continue.
As always, it is your continued readership that sustains my writing.