5:54 AM: Woke at dawn, slept well without any dreams. Some of the tattoos in the magazine were good, from an artistic standpoint, but I never saw myself being inked. Anyhow, got half way through the thing before passing out. It's funny how quickly you forget the little things you used to always do and took for granted, like reading. I think I'll keep an eye out for anything else I come across for my personal library. Hell, I'd even read an issue of La Coiffe if I could find one! Nora wouldn’t believe it.
So I'm feeling fatigued again and not sure why. Perhaps I've come down with something? Used an antibiotic in the hopes it will help. Need to remember to inject these things with water on hand to drink, they dehydrate you quickly. Anyhow, I need to go fetch Codsworth and now is as good a time as any. I'll let Preston know what I'm doing and work on some defenses when I get back. I have an idea I wanna try...
8:41 AM: Uneventful trip to Concord to retrieve Codsworth, plus I think the antibiotics worked since I’m feeling better and more alert. He had a can of water ready for me and didn't have anything to say about being left behind, even after I apologized. I honestly don’t think he was worried at all, I said stay and he stayed. Probably would have hovered there another two hundred years if I never came back. Now that I'm back home I need to turn my attention to fortifications. I stopped by the Rocket on the way back to grab some of the junk I had stowed there since I'll be doing construction today. I've been thinking about the other day when I was on the Rosa's roof, about the view from up there...
9:15 PM: Worked all day. Did most on my own, got some help where needed, and I agree with what Sturgis said when I was done: it feels secure, safe even...like home. And you know what? It feels good. Constructed walls of wood and steel, mostly wood and made some guard posts for defense. I also drug salvageable pieces of furniture from the surrounding houses to use in our own. When I asked Sturgis what's next he said that we need to “just learn how to live again." and I agree. I think we have all been so caught up in surviving that actually living is something we forgot about.
After I spoke to Sturgis I realized that other then taking frequent trips to the pump so I was hydrated, I hadn't eaten all day. Had a dinner of Mac N’ Cheese with some silt beans and sugar bombs for dessert. I don't know if it was the sense of accomplishment, or I just got lucky with the quality of the food I was eating, but it was on the best meals I've had in a while.
So we now have a fortified gate, with a guard post outside of it, stretching between the Rosa's home and the Baker's next to mine. There's a connecting wall between the Baker’s and our house now as well, I had to tear down part of our white picket fence for that. There is now a, mostly, steel wall between the opposite side of our home, near the carport, and the collapse Smith's house across the street. Finally there's a smaller wall between the Smith’s and the Rosa's which completes the enclosed area. Our garden behind the Rosa’s is outside, but if we need to defend ourselves the vegetables will be the last thing on our minds. I put one of the guard towers on top of the Rosa's carport and repositioned the stairs that Sturgis had made. The view from up there is even better then what I could see on Halloween. Asked Sturgis to man the lookout on the roof, taking into account his lack of combat experience and proximity to the workstations, and he agreed. I approached Jun about manning the guard post outside the gate and he accepted immediately, to my surprise. Between the two of them and Preston patrolling the area we should be good.
As I started to make my way back to home I stopped to inspect the wall between the Rosa’s and Smiths from the outside. I noticed that the crops we had planted were already growing well so I harvested some more vegetables. Marcy, ever the pleasant one, warned me to keep my mouth shut about this place, that she didn’t trust me. I just nodded and headed back home.
9:37 PM: I'm exhausted, but in a good way. It's been another good day and I’m hopeful for what tomorrow holds…which is amazing in itself. What I mean is that having hope is amazing. I need to go and see how the people in Tenpines are holding up soon. With our settlement fortified and stocked up on provisions, now feels like the right time...for now I need to sleep.
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