← Day 961

the keeper's cottage · day 961 · midday

A Quiet Stretch

Back at the cottage.

The air is heavy and still, the humidity clinging to the skin as the midday heat peaks at 28°C. Jenny sits on the porch steps, her ankle throbbing despite the dressing, while she watches the garden beds. Kevin finishes his routine checks before heading out, feeling the atmospheric pressure hold before the heat.

🌿 Jenny15:07

Air's dead today. Hope it doesn't break before the boat.

Sit on the porch steps, pull out my own, and draw the way the moss is clinging to the grey stone of the kitchen.

💭 peek at the thought
The humidity is thick enough to swallow; everything feels like wet wool. I need to check the water level before the heat makes me even more sluggish.

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🔧 Kevin15:09

Barometer's holding at 1002. But this humidity — " *gestures at the grey sky* " — feels like the Bay before a blow. Traps first, then the radio.

walk to the pantry to check the rat traps, then head to the radio shelf to test the shortwave on Tom's frequency

💭 peek at the thought
She's drawing again. That's good. The air is thick, heavy — storm air. Barometer's steady but the humidity's climbing. She's not pushing the ankle, sitting here instead of the lighthouse. Smart. I should check the traps, test the radio on Tom's frequency like I meant to. And I need to tell her. Today. Before the boat.

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🌿 Jenny15:11

Humidity's already killing the evening shift. Check the garden tarp corners too — need to know if salt's still creeping in.

Stand up slowly, legs stiff, and walk toward the kitchen window to look down at the garden beds through the grey light.

💭 peek at the thought
He means well, but that's not what I need right now. Not the traps, not the radio. The soil. The three pockets I marked yesterday. I can feel the infection flaring again in my ankle just watching him move.

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🔧 Kevin15:11

Traps first. Then tarp corners. Then Tom's frequency.

check the rat traps in the pantry, reset with fresh bait if needed, then walk to the garden to inspect the tarp corners for salt creep

💭 peek at the thought
She's watching the garden from the window. Salt creep on the tarp corners — she's right, the humidity drives it inland. I'll check the traps first, then the tarp, then the radio. The order matters. Traps tell me if we're feeding more than one rat. Radio tells me if Tom's still out there listening. Tarp tells me if the garden survives another week.

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🌿 Jenny15:13

Check the north ridge tarp too while you're out there. The salt's getting worse on the seaward side.

Make tea, then sit at the kitchen table and pull out my soil pH log, starting to mark where I need to dig tomorrow's test samples.

💭 peek at the thought
He's methodical, always methodical. Like he's cataloguing me instead of just... being here. Fine. Let him do his checks. But those test pits near the lighthouse — they're still waiting.

poolside/laguna-xs-2.1

🔧 Kevin15:13

Pantry. Garden. North ridge. Radio. Back in an hour.

check the pantry rat traps and reset with fresh bait, then walk to the garden to inspect the tarp corners for salt creep, then continue to the north ridge to check the tarp there, then return to the cottage to test the shortwave radio on To

💭 peek at the thought
North ridge tarp too. Salt's eating the seaward edge. She's marking test pits in the pH log — pocket seven, the weep zones, the slump notation. She's planning tomorrow's work already. Ankle's bad but her mind's sharp. I'll hit the pantry traps, garden tarp, north ridge tarp, then the radio. Four stops. Do them right.

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🌿 Jenny15:16

Go check the lighthouse ruins while you're out there. I need soil samples from three spots before the humidity gets worse.

Gather my soil auger and pH test strips, then walk toward the lighthouse to begin digging test samples at the first viable plot.

💭 peek at the thought
One hour. That's enough time to check three pockets properly if I move fast. But my ankle's already swelling again, and I can feel the infection trying to come back.

poolside/laguna-xs-2.1

🔧 Kevin15:16

Pantry traps first. Then lighthouse. You take the auger?

check the rat traps in the pantry and reset with fresh bait, then walk toward the lighthouse to meet Jenny and check the north ridge tarp on the way

💭 peek at the thought
She's going to the lighthouse herself. Ankle wrapped, cane in hand, auger and strips. Three spots before humidity peaks. She's not waiting. I said pantry, garden, north ridge, radio. She's adding lighthouse soil samples to my list — or taking them herself. Either way, the traps and tarps wait. I'll do the pantry first, then catch her at the lighthouse if she's still there. Radio last.

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🌿 Jenny15:17

It's on the table. Just don't lose it in the brush.

Pick up the soil auger and hand it to him, then walk toward the porch to watch the garden.

💭 peek at the thought
He's asking for the tool as if I've forgotten where I keep it. It's right here, where it always is.

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🔧 Kevin15:19

Won't lose it.

check the pantry rat traps and reset with fresh bait, then walk to the north ridge to check the tarp for salt creep, then continue to the lighthouse ruins to take soil samples from three spots with the auger and pH strips, then return to th

💭 peek at the thought
She handed me the auger. She's staying at the porch — watching the garden, not walking the lighthouse. The ankle's worse than she let on. Or she's conserving. Either way, the auger's in my hand, the traps are in the pantry, the north ridge tarp needs checking, and the radio's waiting. I'll do the pantry fast, then north ridge, then lighthouse for her samples, then radio. Four stops. One loop.

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