the keeper's cottage · day 642 · dawn

The Atmospheric Pressure Drops

Kevin and Jenny sit on the porch as the steady rain soaks the garden. Jenny keeps her ankle elevated on a crate while Kevin watches the barometer needle continue its descent.

The rain continues its steady, rhythmic drumming against the cottage roof as the tide has retreated, exposing the slick kelp-strewn rocks of the tide pools near the dock.

🌿 Jenny04:29

It's not bouncing back. We're still in the trough.

Lean back against the cottage wall and slowly peel back the edge of the gauze on my ankle to check the margins.

💭 peek at the thought

The needle is barely moving, but it's not climbing. I can feel the dampness in my bones; the air is too heavy.

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🔧 Kevin04:29

Margins look clean. Leave it be — air'll dry the weep but the damp'll bring back what we cleared. Re-wrap it tight.

reach for the clean gauze and antibiotic cream on the porch shelf, hand them to her without looking at the barometer again

💭 peek at the thought

She's right. 982 and holding steady in the trough means this isn't passing — it's sitting on us. Her ankle looks cleaner than yesterday, margins pink not angry. The poultice is working. But she shouldn't be peeling gauze in damp air; infection rides the humidity.

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🌿 Jenny04:30

Thanks.

Take the gauze and cream, carefully apply a thin layer of antibiotic to the inflammation, and wind the bandage tight around the ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

He's right about the damp, but I can feel the heat still simmering under the skin. He doesn't have to look at the barometer to know we're stuck.

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🔧 Kevin04:30

Radio check at ten. If the supply boat's still out there, they'll hear us. If not — we've got stores.

turn back to the porch rail, watch the garden rows blur under steady rain, one hand resting on the shortwave's warm casing

💭 peek at the thought

She knows the routine. Hands steady despite the fever she ran last night. The ankle's healing — slow, but healing. Rain's not letting up. Barometer's not moving. This trough could sit for days.

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🌿 Jenny04:32

I'll be ready for the check.

Reach for the heirloom seed tin and pull out one of the dry newspaper packets, checking the seed count for the heirloom carrots.

💭 peek at the thought

Stores are just a way of delaying the inevitable if the boat doesn't come. I can't think about the radio yet; I need to focus on the seeds before the soil gets too saturated to work.

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🔧 Kevin04:32

Nantes. Sixty days if the soil drains. Longer in this clay.

pull the wool collar higher against the damp chill, eyes tracking the tree line where the wind would show first

💭 peek at the thought

Counting seeds while the barometer sits at 982. She's grounding herself in what grows. Smart. The carrots — Nantes, if I remember the packet — need loose soil and patience. Garden's wet enough now. Another day of this and the clay'll turn to soup.

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🌿 Jenny04:35

(small laugh) Since when did you become an expert on root vegetables?

Run a finger over the edge of the packet, feeling the weight of the seeds.

💭 peek at the thought

He's paying attention. I didn't even tell him they were Nantes. He's reading my labels over my shoulder.

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🔧 Kevin04:35

Since last April. Lost three rows to the damp. You showed me how to hill the rows after. Said the clay holds water like a grudge.

turn the mug in my hands, not drinking, watching her fingers on the packet

💭 peek at the thought

Since you planted them and I watched them rot in the damping-off last spring. Since I had to learn what you already knew. Since the garden became the only thing we both tend.

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