Week of December 14, 2025 – Adventures at home: airport, massive duck egg, curing yolks, roofing, & things worth mud.

(Above: On the afternoon of December 16, 2025, I began an experiment with duck eggs. I am curing the yolks in salt.
En la tarde del 16 de diciembre de 2025 comencé un experimento con huevos de pato. Estoy curando las yemas en sal.)

12/14/2025: Today began in the low 50s and warmed into the low 70s. Sunny.

12/15/2025: Today began in the low 40s and warmed into the low 60s. Sunny morning. Cloudy afternoon.

12/16/2025:

12/17/2025: Today began in the high 40s and warmed into the mid 70s. Mostly sunny. Lots of streaks in the sky.

12/18/2025: Today began in the low 60s and warmed into the high 70s. Quite sunny in the morning. Cloudy and slightly rainy afternoon.

12/19/2025: Today began in the mid 60s and warmed into the high 70s. Mostly cloudy morning.

12/20/2025: Today began in the low 40s and warmed into the low 70s. Quite sunny.

Final Note: It was unfortunate that we did not get to go to Mexico, but I can safely say that the week was still a great one. I’m including the portion of writing that I worked on whilst in the airport last Sunday; it is the epigraph for the Epilogue of Book 2 – TLB:

“Why’re you here?”

“You are Tatum Deverlash.”

“And you’re mistaken.”

“Oh, but I recognize that voice. You’ve been to Xion before. I know it.”

“Xion? What the fuck’re you on about?”

“My sister, Jaiga, said her friend had found a man with skin as white as salt at Aanah-Eye spring. Just over a league outside the city gates.”

“Xion didn’t have—”

“Gates?” the Gladefolk man’s teeth flashed in the moonlight.

“Mucker,” Tates cursed to which Zi released a single, victorious laugh;

“I met you, old man; I swear I did. You were the first saltskin I’d ever seen; like one of those rare marshdragons. Completely white. But you didn’t have the red eyes—you had healthy ones. Brown ones. And your nose was unlike any we’d ever seen. Narrow, like the beak of a Shade-blessed owl. You were always so intense n’ so quick; some thought you were always angry, but I saw you were fine. Just different.”

“Get to the point,” the Tiller growled, before repeating his first question, “Why’re you here, Arbiter?”

“Not sure. To see that you were actually the one, maybe? Or maybe to see if you remembered me, the little’un who came to see you that afternoon all those roundin’s ago by the Queen’s Fount. I had a couple friends with me. They were the ones who dared me to speak to the saltskin. Do you recall—do you recall what I said?”

Tatum Deverlash neither confirmed nor denied, working the chaw in his mouth, but then he muttered a phrase, “Sahkahk a wool. ‘You are very white’.”

This made the Gladefolk man’s smile return, and his own eyes, not old, but certainly not young, crinkled at the corners; “I’m here if you ever want to talk, Tiller.”

“Not much for talking,” the old man spat; there was a lengthy pause, one where it almost seemed as if the conversation would be left at that until it was broken by the man who had wrought it; “But… chew’s better in company. Do you partake?”

“Usually no,” Zi replied, “But I know you old-fashioned Tillers only keep the good sort.”

“Jus’ blackstrap and burley,” Tates confirmed.

“Pure and simple,” Zi replied.

The Tiller gave a slow and single nod, “Like all things worth their mud.”

- Reunion between a Saltskin and a Shadow, 2525 CE 11th waxing Moon

1 thought on “Week of December 14, 2025 – Adventures at home: airport, massive duck egg, curing yolks, roofing, & things worth mud.”

  1. I just reread that final part of this week’s blog, I have no doubt that this week’s vacation was a huge success. Incredible, once again, much appreciate your sharing.

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