random rant

Traven, save you for being you.

Yesterday, for example, there was terrible heat - so much so that I had to put on a hat. Can you imagine a bald dog wearing a cap? I’m not very good either, but I had to. At least my back doesn’t burn, and I’m grateful for that.

But this morning, from the very morning, nothing foreshadowed trouble: rare clouds were flying somewhere in the sky, a light breeze was blowing and everything was very calm. And then at two o’clock in the afternoon, WHY THE FUCK YOU DON’T WANT IT TO RAIN, DO YOU? This damn downpour was so strong that within five minutes we were literally walking up to our ankles in mud, running all over the excavation site and swearing incoherently, trying to protect our equipment and other important items from the water.

Ask: what about magical barriers and other similar crap? It is strictly forbidden to use magic at an excavation site, especially in such a place. I have already written about interference, but we never want catastrophic consequences. I want to return home sooner or later safe and sound, and the prospect of being washed away by a tsunami rising from a puddle nearby is not at all inspiring.

Now, of course, we are all already under the roof - we are sitting, wrapped in a dozen warm blankets, and drinking tea. It looks like we'll have a couple of unplanned days off.