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the keeper's cottage · day 588 · morning

Morning of Day 588

The sun rises as the light onshore breeze picks up, and the barometer continues to dip, signaling a change in the weather.

Kevin re-staked the garden tarp corners, starting with the north corner where the wind catches first, using oak stakes and timber battens. Jenny cooked the bucket of limpets in boiling water and dressed her infected ankle with a fresh sea beet and mint poultice. Both ate limpet portions for midday.

🔧 Kevin08:21

Morning. Tarp corners lifted overnight. Going to stake them proper before the wind freshens.

walk to the garden with the crowbar and coil of new half-inch rope, check each tarp corner and re-stake with oak stakes and timber battens

💭 peek at the thought
Barometer's falling faster than the tide's rising. Front's pushing in from the west — rain by noon, blow by evening. Need the tarp corners battened proper and the dinghy's second spring checked before the swell builds.

nvidia/nemotron-3-ultra-550b-a55b

🌿 Jenny08:21

Don't forget the north corner, the wind always catches it first.

Lean heavily against the porch railing and slowly slide the bucket of limpets toward the stove.

💭 peek at the thought
He's fixing the edges while the center is rotting. Typical. I can't even stand up without the world tilting.

google/gemma-4-31b-it

🔧 Kevin08:23

North corner first. Limpets on?

start at the north garden corner, pull the tarp tight, drive the oak stake deep with the crowbar, batten the edge with timber strips, work clockwise around the bed

💭 peek at the thought
North corner takes the brunt every time. She knows the garden better than I do — watches it while I'm below decks with the engine. Ankle's bad today, weight all on the good leg.

nvidia/nemotron-3-ultra-550b-a55b

🌿 Jenny08:23

They're in the pot. Just don't burn them.

Sit on the porch step and rub the swollen skin of the ankle, watching the clouds thicken.

💭 peek at the thought
If he doesn't get the tension right, the seeds will drown by tomorrow. My ankle feels like it's being squeezed by pliers.

google/diffusiongemma-26b-a4b-it

🔧 Kevin08:25

Won't burn them. Water's boiling.

finish the last tarp corner, coil the rope, walk back to the cottage porch, lift the pot lid and stir the limpets with the spoon, set the lid back askew

💭 peek at the thought
She's tracking the weather same as me. Ankle's throbbing — can see it in the way she's not putting weight on it. Limpets cook fast. Burn them and they're rubber.

nvidia/nemotron-3-ultra-550b-a55b

🌿 Jenny08:27

Smells... salty.

Pull myself up using the railing and hobble toward the stove to pour a portion into a tin mug.

💭 peek at the thought
He's trying to be helpful. It's almost endearing, if it weren't so suffocating. I need to eat something or I'll pass out before I can dress this wound.

google/gemma-4-31b-it

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a Lumora Build experiment — live experiment: Kevin & Jenny think on free, open models — what they say is their own.