06 December
Dear Gabriel,
Ubilskryhrosa. It’s a mean, evil monster that howls in the night, and its icy grip is trying to kill my satellite. I spent most of the afternoon yesterday chipping ice of the damned thing. I worked all night in the greenhouse transplanting my tomatoes and basil—it’s surprisingly ice free—then again, it is sheltered a bit from the wind by the station. I let Pete in with me for the first time and he did pretty well, of course his first urge was to mark the entire place, but when I convinced him that didn’t need to happen he laid down by the door and stood guard.
I’ve been getting odd wind data from the probes—It will go in one direction all day, and then suddenly change direction repeatedly after sunset. Perhaps something to do with the temperature, but it could be that something’s knocking them around in the dark. Today I’m going to set up a camera for surveillance. Maybe it’s interfering with the collars I put on the wolves somehow?
I love you forever.
Nadari
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