After I figured out the commands to use my hands rather than my System Crafting module, for reasons I've already discussed, I let my System take care of fixing the roof thatching while I (finally) had time to think.
No, meditation was time for cycling mana, and increasingly, my own aura. I wouldn't say dingy so much as just a few shades off from its natural color. I reserved that time for after dusk.
Seriously, it's a lot like sewing. One stitch in time saves nine, and having taken so long off from taking care of my mystic reserves, it was going to take about three hours a night for two, maybe three weeks, just to get my aura working right.
Too much stuff to fit in one chapter. I do like how it ends JUST at the ambush, though. I think that's better than what I had planned.
Prayers, please, for three of my friends who are in the hospital. I won't give out names or diagnosis, those aren't mine to pass along. But, prayers, please.
As always, thank you for your continued readership; tonight I'd have written anyway, but still it matters to me.