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My dear friends, I am finally making good on my promise to write a proper newsletter, not just increasingly sporadic updates in the RSS feed (although, if you’re seeing this on the RSS feed– hello– you’re a real one). It has been so long since I have written. A full year. Summer gone and almost back again. It’s hot here already. a plum branch laden. a goose is waiting under. The Time - This year there are no apricots (a late freeze took them), but the plum tree is so covered in small fruits that the branches are drooping over from the weight. I make plum liquor out of these, but there’s so many that I have been eating them fresh in the mornings too. The geese also like them, and patiently wait at the trunk for the wind to blow them down. Sometimes I shake a branch for them when I walk by. I planted this tree. I remember digging the hole; rocky earth, small pebbles. It feels like yesterday. It has been almost three years. Time has settled over this year in spurts and gasps. Some things have moved impossibly fast. For instance, since last writing I have 6 new lambs (Amelia, Marie, Philippe, Petit, Pascal, and Miette), and the ducks that were still fuzzy little ducklings last year are broody on nests of their own. I cut wood, and warmed my house with it all winter. We sheared again, and I sent the fleeces into the world and found my mailbox filled with gifts in return. Other things have crawled along; my waylaid plans about the new irrigation systems, the refactor of The Barnacle Goose Experiment that I’ve been promising myself I would sit down to almost since its completion a year and a half ago. Projects I guiltily haven’t touched (Scrubjay…) and others I have admitted I may never do. There are some small and simple things that have been on the to-do list for a year straight now. two people play the poppy grower on an old monitor The Work - Part of why the year of no newsletters is that I have released no projects. This doesn’t mean no working, but I have nothing to point at and say– look, please, at this new thing I have made. I could tell you about the project I made for No Quarter in November, The Poppy Grower– a tool-assisted solo journaling game about an agricultural worker growing poppies alone on an asteroid, played in the proprietary field management operating system provided by their company. I could tell you about the party, the hardware we used, how people crowded around the machines to journal together. (Photo above by BooDoo.) Or I could tell you all about the unannounced science fiction game I’ve been doing narrative design on, building systems and structures that offer a complexity, a ticking clockwork mechanism of such great satisfaction that it started showing up in my dreams. But neither of these are playable or even properly announced, and dwelling on them too much feels more like justification of my time than anything. I’ll let you know when they are ready. In fact, I will tell you in this very place. But not in this letter. So instead, let me say honestly– as far as work is concerned, it has been mostly a year of talks and class visits. Of saying yes to things, of simply going. Lectures as their own kind of projects. Workshops and little residencies. Being in the world. There have been many, but the best of these is my Roguelike Celebration talk, which is about walled gardens, games, cloister architecture, out of bounds areas, and circles of play, and is linked here. an xray of a weirdly set finger The Body - In general, and perhaps more personally, it has been a year of finding myself drawn outward, my attention consistently pulled away from quiet work days into the world and the people in it. After all these years growing comfortable in my own solitude, I’ve found what I am craving suddenly is company. I’m not sure if this is matters of the heart, or a fundamental need to recenter myself in community and organizing as the country I live under continues to fund a genocide, or simply a quiet shift of values that have come to weigh slowly on the scale of where I want to spend my time. But all of a sudden it is people. It’s also been a year of some personal challenges. Immediately proceeding my first grey hairs (now coming in strong in the temples), I broke my hand in February. Three months in a cast and a poorly-set pinky have left me with some permanent damage to my grip and dexterity. I’m relearning how to do a lot of things right now, from typing to playing piano to holding a knife. I’ve lost a lot of strength, which will come back, and a lot of flexibility, which might not. Critically, I can’t currently draw. This is… scary to me, but I am doing my exercises diligently and it (like the apricots and plums) will simply take time. I also finally got Covid for the first time (managed to avoid it for 4 years by the grace of god and rural living), and it truly left me a shell. I was sick for almost 3 weeks, 2 of them testing positive. I’m back on my feet now, but not without some still-lingering effects in my energy, my focus, my words, and my strength. Which is to say– please take care of yourselves and your neighbors out there. All we have is one another. sheep at a fenceline The Future - Part of the reason for the newsletter is that I will be winding down my Patreon in August, and the newsletters I post there will be here instead (no $1 a month required). The reason for this is because I have taken a proper job, and will for once in my life not need the money. If you’re currently supporting me there and want to wind down sooner, consider sending that money to eSims for Gaza. So– I’ve accepted a full time faculty position at Pratt Institute, in their games department. I’ll be teaching this fall. It’s an exciting prospect to go back to the classroom. My many well documented issues with academia besides, I believe profoundly and totally in what it is to be a student and a teacher, to be learning, to be in practice with peers and community, and to be in a facilitating role in that kind of learning is… well, it is quite literally everything I studied for. Everest, what does this mean for the farm?, you might ask (well, that’s what people usually ask, anyway). It’s a great question. To be honest, I wasn’t expecting to be offered the position (despite going up for it, I know) and was not fully prepared for the adjustments that it would require out of my own life, but the short answer is– I’m currently working on some systems to help reduce the daily labor around here, and am looking for a temporary or long-term housemate for while I am away as I figure out next steps. Do you want to spend a 6 months or more with some sheep in the desert? Do you like seeing the stars? Would you like to not pay rent? Maybe this is you. Maybe we should talk. I plan to be home breaks and summers, and to continue to assess whether this is working in the coming years. This is not without some heartbreak – there are things that do not wait for you. Animals age, every summer is hotter than the last. It seems like every time I leave home, a plant dies. But this is also true of the people and the communities that are pulling me back into the world. There are only so many springs. Well, that’s it for this time around. Yours, Everest The rest - Work that did not fit; > I’ve been writing over at Notable Trees again > I’m teaching a class on worldbuilding in tabletop games with Caro and Weaver at SFPC! > Australia?? Playing; grundos.cafe and pretty much only grundos.cafe, which is a fan-run implementation of Neopets circa 2002 (emotionally) Listening; Remain in Light - The Talking Heads Absolutely - Dijon The Anchorite - Geotic Blue - Joni Mitchell Giver Taker - Anjimile everything is alive - Slowdive Reading; The Pine Barrens - John McPhee Cosmicomics - Italo Calvino The Hearing Trumpet - Leonora Carrington Watching (selections of a long list); Hunter x Hunter Barry Lyndon They Live Midnight Diner The Long Goodbye Frieren Neon Genesis Evangelion Fitzcarraldo


Oh my god, it's June. I somehow thought I'd updated this log in April, but it turns out I just wrote down the books I'd been reading in a text document and left it at that. And if that isn't the way... Well, here's making up for lost time with a long-winded update for all of Spring, the last little vestiges of which you can still feel at sunrise (which it is, in fact, right now). Cool outside, birds in every direction, blue early light hitting the walls and a setting full moon over the pond. I'm not up early like a good citizen, though– I just happen to be in a particularly weird sleep pattern at the moment, and this is about the middle of my workday. In a bit here, I'll leave my desk to feed the animals and do some gardening, and then make dinner. Hey, if everybody gets fed... Around the house and field, I've been in full production mode. New strawbale wall, new garden beds, new vines and a few more fruit trees (would you believe I still have room for more fruit trees?) as well as a planted garden when is just setting its first tomatoes. I have 10 ducklings I raised in the bathtub (and one duckling raised by the geese) and the sheep all had their summer haircut. I skirted wool a few weeks ago with the help of a friend, and the skirtings are now mulching the blackberry and grape vines. Built out some new windows, stained a bunch of trim, made a deck for the trailer. It's enough to make me forget I do other work! wool on table But I do do other work, and I'm here to tell you about it, of course. I have some semblance of a real job at the moment (narrative design on [NDA], though only about 10 hours a week) and I keep feeling like I have less to show for my labors than usual, since so much of it I can't talk about. Then I look at what I've released in a given spell and marvel at how much I have to share. Sungrazer Sungrazer is a walk through the connective tissue of Wikipedia, context-drifting through articles, forming a web of lateral connectivity between topics. It is about memorial, the networked image as marker, the function of memory and remembrance on a collectively edited internet, dogs, graves, pears. I think last time I had done the live performance - this a streamlined, edited version. You can watch Sungrazer here; youtube.com/watch?v=9cyOXboiGpE Notable Trees I've been writing about trees. Or rather- specific, particular trees, the ones that get entangled into human stories and lives. Notable trees, on cohost, here; cohost.org/notable-trees Drift Mine Satellite Drift Mine Satellite is a maintenance text adventure about a person living underground in a limestone mine and their work maintaining the local communication network that has sprung up there. It is a utopian apocalypse fantasy, a forever-camping world narrowed to linear miles of RVs parked under a mountain, the people who live in them, and the systems that interconnect them, both social and material. Hosted on Solar Protocol, a network of solar powered servers! You can play Drift Mine Satellite here; solarprotocol.net/sunthinking ABC Model of Flower Development for CBA Broadsides Allison Parrish invited me to include a poem in the Center for Book Arts' Spring 2023 Broadside Series, which pairs a poet and a designer together to produce an edition of 100 prints. I ended up sending in a poem from my 2015 chapbook picking figs in the ˚̥̞̞̽̽ͯ garden while my world eats Itself. At the launch event, I read some poems with the other poets in the broadside series (and talked a bit more about making that work so long ago, and the shifting and complicated culture of computational poetry now). The recording lives at youtube.com/watch?v=40CSMt4P5rA. I read at 52:38. And here's a longer post on the subject; cohost.org/everest/post/1603348-the-abc-model-of-flo duckling pile Otherwise, I've been doing piecemeal work here and there on Scrubjay, working on a standalone build of The Barnacle Goose Experiment for Itch & Steam, email upkeep, spreadsheet work on the resources lists, and plans for some exhibitions. I'll be traveling this summer for work (though I am taking the long way there, for play) and I'm going to miss my animals, home, and garden– even left in the hands of a dear and trustworthy friend. When I next write you, I'll probably be back from this trip! Wild to think that life here will go on without me. But it sure does trundle on, doesn't it. Well, till next time, Everest --- Reading; The Dispossessed Under the Jaguar Sun Dungeon Meshi The New York Trilogy A Pattern Language Prayer for the Crown Shy Deep Wheel Orcadia Watching (big movie months!); Fargo King of Hearts Self-Portrait Orlando Ghost in the Shell / Ghost in the Shell 2.0 How to Steal a Million The Lady and the Owl The Gay Divorcee Dead Mountaineer's Hotel The Young Girls of Rochefort A Knight's Tale Black Jack The Day of the Jackal The Five Obstructions The Perfect Human The Triplets of Belleville Conan the Barbarian & Conan the Destroyer The Secret World of Arrietty The Adventures of Baron Munchausen Who Framed Roger Rabbit Possibly in Michigan Jaws Labyrinth Clueless Silent Running Orlando The Prisoner Fleabag Golden Girls Poirot Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch from Mercury & Turn A Gundam Playing; VRChat The Legend of Zelda: Link's Awakening DX & Tears of the Kingdom Beam Saber Outer Wilds: Echoes of the Eye Caves of Qud Before the Green Moon IMMORTAILITY Listening; beyond the edge of the world / lookfar BIB10 / Bibio As If You're Never Hurt / Slime Girls Radical Romantics / Fever Ray Meeting with a Judas Tree / Duval Timothy The Original Recordings / Elia y Elizabeth To Not Now, Nor To Ever, Despair / Geotic Ryuichi Sakamoto


Writing to you late at night, yet again avoiding the work I should be doing toward a rapidly approaching deadline. That said, I just spent some 2 hours recording unusable audio (wrong mic settings) so give a tired person their relief. I am here to cross something off the to-do list. I last wrote you at the New Year. Now, winter is rapidly retreating– even with the still-cold nights (and tonight is cold, well below freezing with many hours of dark yet to go, woodstove boiling patient water in my cast-iron kettle) you can feel spring in the changing light, the patterns of the animals. The cranes no longer sleep in the fields around my home and the trees have– tight-held, but unequivocably there– little buds against the bark. Yesterday I saw a bat. I've been working harder than I have work to show for it. It has been a bit of a slog; too many stacked deadlines, not enough time to find again the reason for the work (for pleasure and for want, theoretically). An awful lot of staring at blank documents. Still, it does go. On the 1st, I gave a talk for Screen Walks, both on and through the connective tissue of Wikipedia articles. It follows links from one article to another as backing slides for the lecture itself. It is about the rounding, shearing, and dwindling of collective memory though time. I called it Sungrazer. The read wasn't perfect; I was tired and unrehearsed, but I am also out of practice in talking– these days, it is extremely rare for me to speak for 45 minutes straight. Some days, I don't speak at all. You can hear it in my voice by the end. I left the talk with a sore throat that lasted for several days. That said, soon (sooner if I would stop messing up my recordings) I should have a better-rehearsed and slightly-edited version of the talk done, with burnt-in subtitles to make up for my stumbles. I will post it here when it is done. And next month I will have another small text-based game out, this one for Solar Protocol and hosted on their rotating solar powered sever. It is about living in community in a limestone mine. It is built in a custom engine that spatializes room-based text, like twine for a dungeon crawl. There will be a link in the sidebar, when I have one to share. Otherwise, contract work, the slow march of emails, and website updates. I even posted about the process of updating this log (among other things) over on cohost. In the middle-spaces of this computer work, I've been trying to get ahead of some construction and projects around my home; a new structure for the donkey and his hay. A strawbale wall that wraps around the front of the house. A deck for the trailer. A woodstove for the spring house. And, of course, the lambs; six perfect little things, all ears and legs and jumping. I can't explain the delight in watching them, in keeping track of the growth of their hooves and horns. They are three ewes and three rams (one banded into a wether). They will all stay with me here into next year at the very least, and possibly for longer. It is time to plan for the garden, but mine will be late this year– victim of the deadlines. But the fruit trees don't need my input to get started, and soon my house will be surrounded by blossoms. Despite it all, it is good to be able to mark time in this way. This way, still, above all others. Reading; A Psalm for the Wild-Built Autobiography of red Ancillary Justice 100 years of Solitude The Missing of Clairdelune Tehanu Watching; The Prisoner Nichijou Tokyo Godfathers Phase IV Picnic at Hanging Rock His Girl Friday Shin Godzilla Cave of Forgotten Dreams Tale of Tales Sans Soleil Playing; VRChat Northern Journey Slay the Spire Beam Saber Learning; Strawbale construction High-altitude baking adjustments How to train a donkey to ride


(Note from the future - this is a backdated 2022 roundup that I wrote but forgot to post at the end of the year!) 2022, in short; And in long; Both kind of a wild year for me and a very stolid one. I traveled possibly the least I have ever done, spending a sum total of 6 nights away from home over the whole year (and all within a few hours drive). That was both because of some personal goals (find joy where you are! stop driving away depression through novelty!) as well as the general needs of running a farm. Still, novelty found me plenty. Work-wise, I had a good year. Saw the back of several projects that (while small) feel among my strongest. In April I released Anonymous Animal, a 15 minute durational... poem? experience? game? that runs every hour, on the hour. You can ask someone to meet you there at :00 to take a walk on the internet together. There's been some link rot since April but it is mostly still together. In July I made ravel, a tool for making unfolding texts out of the details tag. In September (and then again in November, with the print edition) I released World Ending Game, a tabletop game to end a campaign in any system. This was without a doubt one of the biggest projects I've ever produced from a collaborators and budget perspective. Unbelievably gratified in how beautiful it turned out. Still unreal how many folks I was able to work with on it. I broke even on production cost about a month and a half ago, which has also been gratifying! It was a big risk, and you never know. November also saw the release of The Barnacle Goose Experiment, a body-horror abiogenesis idle clicker for the browser. Man, this game.... has not released its hold on me. I thought it was done but I've been having ideas (and people play it in ways that I wasn't anticipating). It wants for a little technical work, but also... eh, we'll see. Otherwise, I've kept up maintenance of my various resources (tiny tools directory, big artist opportunity list) and personal logs (screenshot garden, the rss). Over the summer I wrote an essay/book chapter for Pioneer Works on tools, silicon valley techno-optimism, and Ursula Franklin that has yet to see digital publication but it was a ton of work and I think it turned out well and I look forward to sharing it someday. I also have been doing some contract writing on a truly bonkers game that I can't talk about but rest assured it's a wild one.
Considering that all of this happened while continuing to gut and fix my house and literally start a farm it feels like a productive year. I planted a dozen more fruit trees in 2022, as well as vines and bushes. I now live with eight sheep (soon to be 15?? lambs eminent), 6 ducks, 4 geese, 2 dogs, several barn cats and one indoor cat, and a donkey. I learned masonry and sheep husbandry, as well as brushed up on past skills in fence building, carpentry, plumbing, sheet-rocking, roofing, and tiling. I installed two woodstoves and built a corral and a poultry coop. I read 61 books and played half as many games. I watched some really great movies. I made a few drawings. I learned a lot about hay. I felt close to death (or serious risk) five or six times this year, including: Equally matched by the good: My goals for 2023 are mostly hedonistic because I am tired of simply staying alive, I'd like to remember through and through that I'm alive. That said, I've got projects on the docket in a major way and a community here that I feel ever more enmeshed in. I'm excited for lambs and my work and my garden and my friends. I couldn't ask for more - I wish the same for all of you. Happy New Years.


Well, It's winter. Writing this on my back porch where I'm catching an hour of the brief afternoon sun. Even with the freezing nights- and they have been freezing, early this year- there's a bit of every day where you can still enjoy outside. I suppose that's why all the snowbirds gather their RVs in southern New Mexico, despite my frozen water troughs every morning. Since I last wrote, I've seen the backside of not one, but TWO games. World Ending Game, the tabletop RPG meant to serve as the last session of a campaign in any system is out in both digital and print format, and I've mailed all 900 books that saw preorders. That leaves me with about 100 left in my office, which I'll slowly mail out as people buy them. My poor postman has got a thank-you pie headed his way. I also released The Barnacle Goose Experiment, an abiogenesis bodyhorror idle clicker where you play as a researcher locked inside of an experimental dome and tasked with generating a working environment out of their own body. It's a weird one, fiddly and mechanical — and free to play in the browser. You can find it in the sidebar. In my own life, I've been caught up in the animals — fencing for the sheep (8 now, with that many lambs again due in January) and coop construction for the waterfowl (ducks and geese, both wonderful sets of weirdos). The dogs are doing their jobs dutifully and so am I. One benefit of winter is the vastly reduced watering schedule as the fruit trees and vines go dormant- a big change from the constant watering of a spring growing season in the desert. I'm still working on spring-flow irrigation and I am hoping to have a less labor intensive system than buckets from the pond by next year. Otherwise, I'm processing the summer's amaranth for my hot cereal habit and working on the garden plot, trying to get the soil up to snuff (it's rocky here by default and takes some amending — a task the sheep and geese are certainly helping with, as they create fertilizer everywhere they go). Over the next month I'll be playing catch-up on some job-job work, as well as some overdue winterizing on my own house and the always-present digital tasks (website update, I'm looking at you...), but also hope to pick scrubjay back up and do some work on that weird thing. Cool bugs are nil, as the cold weather precludes them. Unfair we should still have some uncool bugs (flies...) but if that isn't life. Till next time, E


Two months of summer gone since last writing. The days are shortening and the nights are cool. In the mornings it feels like fall, and I've found some motivation to return to my computer and inside work with that coolness. The cottonwoods have started to change color. I am now a shepherd— 5 sheep, 4 ewes and a ram, with beautiful wool and wise faces. There'll be lambs in early spring— earlier than i'd intended truth told, but I am excited nonetheless. The dogs are getting accustomed to their working duties, as am I. The fruit is about done for the season, but I'm still getting grapes and melons, and the amaranth is resplendent— 12 feet tall and covered in grain. Next month I'll harvest that grain, keeping half for cooking and half for sowing. I wll be growing the amaranth in the field next year, not just around the house; drought-tolerant and self-shading with edible leaves and seeds, it is a nice alternative to hay or corn for both livestock feed and for myself. World Ending Game has been taking up the bulk of my computer work time, but it will be out in only a few days now (print books to follow next month). I cannot wait for it to be released! The Cloister now has a print zine edition. I've also returned to work on the biosphere game for a November release, and writing on [NDA] continues (and is extremely fun, what an odd project). The day to day here is repetitive but also simply good, and cut by strange bright moments of beauty and terror: catching an owl in the beam of my flashlight. Watching a lightning-struck tree burn to the earth. Finding a stray kitten up a sapling. Getting in the creek during a flash flood. Learning so much about how things are made, and then making them. I am moved by the world of material doing. Today I will chop wood in preparation for winter and (with luck) I will approve the final print proofs for World Ending Game. E


Hiding inside from the heat as the ground bakes back to hardtack from its monsoon sweetness. Hopefully we get some more rain before all is said and done, but the new purslane shoots from the wet few weeks have shriveled back to where they came and you can feel the leaves and grass tightening again. Ah well. That's desert. Because of the heat, I've been indoors more and I am only working outside for a few hours in the evenings. A lot of my time is spent simply weeding in monsoon season; the plants here are adapted to almost impossible growth when gifted water. Because the local nightshade variety is a problem for domesticated animals, I'm attempted to nip this year's crop early, before it can set deep roots or go to seed. There seems to be a limitless supply from last year, though. I did spent some of the last week or two putting up the sheep pen (posts are sunk and walls are going up, roof I will need some extra hands to get on). Sheep are delayed in coming but that's fine, I could use the extra time. Figs came in (pounds and pounds and pounds!) and peaches are next, followed by grapes, a dozen or so pears and finally, a scant few apples. That'll be it for fruit this year. Next year, trees better established, should be pretty remarkable. It's also COOL BUG SEASON! We've got tarantulas! We've got vinagaroons! We've got huge helmeted beetles! We've got cicadas! We've got sphinx moths and big red dragonflies for days!! And also a bunch of flies and cockroaches but we don't need to dwell on that. And, as promised, MY DOGS ARE HERE and they are perfect. Enormous. Blessings both. We're learning sit. In work news, check out ravel, a small tool for making interactive/unfolding texts entirely out of the details html tag. If you haven't seen theindie bundle for abortion funds, go buy 1122 games for a minimum $10 donation. It's running for 3 more days. I both helped organize and have work in. World Ending Game is in playtests. Work on [NDA] continues. The days fill. It sometimes still amazes me how time soldiers on and takes us all with it. And even on the days where it does not amaze me, it still continues. Well, till next time, E


Wow, already a month and a half passed by. It's been a busy period, good and bad. Since last I wrote here, I had friends come to stay— tasted the first apricots off my young apricot tree—watched a meteor showing during a lunar eclipse. We've also had a 325,000 acre wildfire burning not 10 miles away for over a month now. Just yesterday, monsoon season started with a violent downpour of a storm and the smoke that has kept my windows shut all summer has abated some. Everyone is praying monsoon puts out the fire without causing flash flooding down the burn scar. So far, the prayers seem to be working. I love monsoon season, and this one feels particularly sweet after a month of smoke and heat. We hadn't had rain since September of last year, and it is amazing to watch the plants unfold so quickly into softness. It is 3 am and I have all the doors open. The cicadas are humming in the trees. The big work update is that World Ending Game, my tabletop game written to end a campaign in any system, is up for preorders. This is a big project for me, approximately one million moving parts. 24 illustrators! Unique layouts per page! A print edition! I'm in playtests now and I'm very pleased to say that while there's always polish to apply, the game mostly just… works. It'll be out in September and if you know you want a copy, it'd mean the world to me if you preordered it. :) Other things I've been up to; > Published an older piece of writing about (somewhat ironically) GANs and wildfires. Link in the sidebar > Fencing the upper pasture for the sheep, delayed because of fire > Saved up for a circular saw so I can stop using my chainsaw to cut lumber to build with lol > Starting on the sheep shed/shade structure next week > Cut a huge firebreak and cleared around the old cottonwood, with help from friends > Some NDA work I can't talk about but that is buck wild you're just gonna have to trust me here > Indoor feral cat has become my friend. His name is Saint > Finished mortaring the back orchard wall and now I'm on to the front orchard wall > Writing a book chapter on tools > Been playing the piano a lot > One new apple tree. One new mulberry tree. A new grape. Raspberries and blackberries. > I'm adopting TWO HUGE DOGS next week > Cool bug sighting: tarantula > Cool not bugs: horned toad, nighthawks > Reading: the Ursulas, Le Guin and Franklin


The big change and the reason you're seeing this; I finally added an RSS feed to my website. Yet another excuse to use to < pre > tag. Yet another weird file to manually update periodically. Other things; > Screenshot Garden had an update > Anonymous Animal came out > Work in a few group shows, links in the sidebar > World Ending Game is coming along in a major way. You would not believe the illustrations I'm getting back already. Some truly beautiful stuff; cannot wait to share more come funding in June. > Been back at work with scrubjay, the weirdo bookmarking / website making tool which people seem... excited for? Better release it someday, but worried about its stability / ease of use (currently pretty chaotic). > Mortaring the orchard wall > Apricots and apples set on the trees > Working on springwater routing and cutoffs for the lower garden > Sheep coming home as soon as I can get fences done (late May?) > Cat count; 1 housecat, one (indoor) feral cat hiding in the laundry room, 3 outdoor feral cats who eat on the front porch > My best friend is moving just a few towns over next week!!!! > Weather: getting warm but still very nice and breezy, frankly the best time of year even though it Will Not Rain (they apparently just approved cloud seeding a few counties over the drought is so bad right now) > Cool bugs: sphinx moths! In the honeysuckle > Reading: utter trash, mostly Agatha Christie