We need the sun.  Now it's no longer a matter of want.  We need it.  Or perhaps it would be better to say the plants need it.  We need the plants.  They're failing.  They don't fail for lack of water, but rather lack of sufficient light.  They still have months of survival left, or so we figure.  But, when those months are up, they will be gone.  Perhaps in time the plants will adapt themselves to the light, or lack thereof.  If they do though, it won't be soon enough.  We could for a while survive on an all meat diet.  But, when the plants fail, the animals will too.  When the animals are gone, we too will be gone.
It's funny I think, how it takes a situation like this one to make you realize just how important the everyday things are.  We must have sun.  It has shown itself before, but not for long.  We just wait and hope.
Jarla and Neril took their first steps today, hand in hand.  Hope had been playing with them.  When she started to leave, the twins decided to give chase.  They stood, which they'd done many times before, held hands, and walked.  Not far, but they walked.  They didn't realize that they'd done something good until we all started praising them.  Hope, seeing us making such a fuss over the twins first steps stamped her foot and pointed out, "I'm walking too!"
It has been a while since I last wrote.  Since the last time five babies have been born healthy.  Two other babies were still born.
I will be expected to start trying to get pregnant again soon.  Alex and I would like my next children to be his also, but we most likely won't be allowed that.  We have to try to make as wide a gene pool as possible.  Since this matter concerns Alex and I, the other Ferts will make the decision on it.
There will be, no matter what, eventually some inbreeding going on.  With so few people able to reproduce, it will happen.  Because of that is the reason we want as large a gene pool as possible.  We do what we can, and can only hope it's enough.
I will know tonight whether Alex will be the father of my next child.  I do not think he will be, but I can hope.

Christine
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