Week of January 11, 2026 – A roof over Jacobhouse, January IVs, odd sky patterns, and Olna’s take on loss.

(Above: The roof is almost finished. Only a few screws are missing. El techo está casi terminado. Solo faltan algunos tornillos.)

1/11/2026: Today began in the low 60s and warmed into the low 70s. Foggy, cloudy, and slightly rainy morning ensued by a sunny, breezy, and cool afternoon.

1/12/2026: Today began in the low 40s and warmed into the high 60s. Weird clouds in the morning.

1/13/2025: Today began in the low 50s and warmed into the low 70s. Mostly cloudy.

1/14/2026: Today began in the low 50s and warmed into the mid 60s. Mostly cloudy. Slightly drizzly afternoon.

11/14/2026: Today began in the low 50s and warmed into the mid 60s. Mostly cloudy. Slightly drizzly afternoon.

1/15/2026: Today began in the low 40s and warmed into the mid 50s. Sunny and windy.

1/16/2026: Today began in the low 30s and warmed into the mid 50s. Sunny.

1/17/2026: Today began in the high 30s and warmed into the low 70s. Sunny.

Final Note: Just this week, I’ve reached a couple major ‘checkpoints’. Firstly, the roof is in place and firmly fastened to Jacobhouse. Secondly, I’ve completed the outline for Book 2 – To Lands Beyond. I found it interesting how I ended up writing the book’s prologue last. I’m including its epigraph here. It contains a bit of Olna’s rough wisdom from her life in the East Woods of the Rhoanoke Plateau:

“You ever seen somethin’ kick it ‘cause they were stopped up?”

“W-what?”

“From not takin’ a shit. Have you ever seen something die from not taking a shit?’

“No.”

“Terrible way to go. You have to eat, otherwise you starve, but then you eat and the pain just builds. It keeps buildin’ and buildin’ until nothin’s left but pain. No hunger. No thirst. No desire. Just pain. One of my old sows died like that, few roundin's back. Told myself the next time I saw it happenin', I’d just knock the poor crichur over the head...

“I see that look; still not a clue what I’m talkin' 'bout. It’s what you’re doin
' to yourself, girl. You’ve got to let go. Loss is as much a part of life as shittin’ is part of eatin’. You had your mum. A good mum who taught you, protected you, nurtured you. And you had your mutt. Your dog. Kalb, was it? He probably did all the things dogs do. They helped you, but they can’t help anymore. No more than a biscuit you ate three days past.

“Now, I’m not sayin' you have to take Bear with you, ’cause I’ve come to enjoy that little clod, but you’ve got to let go of your mum and your dog. You’ve got to let go and make room for more, 'cause you’ve got to eat t'live. And life don’t wait. Life goes on whether you want it to or no.”

- East Woodswoman Olna to Shantrel d’ Papari

1 thought on “Week of January 11, 2026 – A roof over Jacobhouse, January IVs, odd sky patterns, and Olna’s take on loss.”

  1. Incredible week, congratulations on the roof, and I’ll just reiterate that writing is ridiculous, so glad you share.

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