We still have not yet found dark matter, or a mender. Since that makes repairing difficult, Husband has suggested we work with simpler tools we can replace as we need rather than wear out our best tools. I agree. We do not need the finest adamantite saw to do the simple carpentry Husband proposes for Sam's shed. We will need ash and elm to make tools, though, which Husband thinks might be found to the northeast. That will be tonight's camping trip.

I looked up alcoholism. I understand Sam's concern now, though surely he sees many alcoholics if people go to his bar as often as it seems. Perhaps he did not want to see a new one. That would be kind of him.

Alcoholism comes from drinking alcohol, but drinking alcohol comes from different things. Alcoholism itself is a large topic that talks about other large topics. Depression is a large topic about being unhappy, again coming from different things. People can become unhappy when many bad things or a few large bad things happen to them, so that they cannot easily forget or live with it. People can also become unhappy because their bodies make them so. Alcohol makes them think they do not need to think about those things.

I do not think I am unhappy. I am not in my home, but my home is with Husband. I do not know many things about this world, but I am discovering them. I do not see as many different types of people as I did in Eorzea, but I am seeing more in the people I do see, how they are unique and "diverse". That word comes from google: "word for how people are different". It is odd that I never used it in Eorzea when there are so many races there.

I look at this screen as I type these things. I do not think I am unhappy. But I think I am missing something. I see Husband with his projects. He finds them very easily. His networking. His crafting. His storytelling. He seems to often be thinking of what the next thing is that he should do. "Word for thinking into the future": "foresight". Perhaps this is something I need. Perhaps Husband and I need to think together about these things. Or perhaps I need to think about them for myself.

"Word for doing something for myself": "make something of yourself": "become successful through your own efforts". I should think about this. And I should do it without alcohol.

I took my first turn at bouncing last night.

"Hello, Sam."

"Evening."

"I am not an alcoholic."

"...Good to know."

"You were concerned about the cider."

"Hey, not my business. Long as you're safe and stuff. Prob'ly shouldn't drink while you're working, though."

"Not even Coke?"

Sam chuckled and got me Coke. "You gonna be okay by yourself tonight?"

"Do we need to arm-wrestle?"

"No, I just...never mind."

"What do I need to do?"

"Break up any fights that start. Anyone causes trouble, get 'em to knock it off. If they don't knock it off, put 'em out the door."

"What do I do if none of that happens?"

"Anything you want. Steve was makin' the rounds, gettin' to know people."

"I am not my husband. May I read?"

"Sure."

I sat at the bar and read. The Hartmans have some story books I am looking at. Several are by someone named Zane Grey that sound like life in Thanalan.

My hearing is better than that of a hyur. Husband thinks it is because my ears are bigger. Even with my beret on I could hear someone talking to Sam at the other end of the bar.

"Hey, heard you got a new bouncer."

"Yeah, that's her over there."

"Her? That skinny little thing?"

"Yeah, she's...tougher than she looks."

"Kinda cute. Think I got a shot with her?"

"Uh...I don't recommend it. She's married an' her husband's tough too."

"Eh, can't hurt. Send a beer down that way."

I did not look up as a man approached. He sat on the stool next to me. "Hey, little lady. What's your name?"

I looked up and met his eyes. I stared at him a moment. His eyes seemed empty somehow, and his smile did not seem real.

"Tsu'na."

"Suna, huh? Interesting. Where you from?"

"Far away."

I think he thought he was courting me. He asked me questions. I gave simple answers. I thought he would tire of this, but he did not seem to notice my lack of interest. Perhaps it was alcohol.

He put his hand on my arm. "You know, I'm sure Sam won't mind if you took a break...why don't we go out back and grab a smoke or something?"

Sam was watching us as he cleaned glasses. He did not interfere. This was mine to deal with.

"Please remove your hand."

"Aw, now, don't be like that."

His hand got tighter. I knocked his arm away. I stood and followed Husband's example by grabbing his shirt and lifting him by a fulm.

Sam shouted, "Not the new table!"

He was right. The table Husband had built was very sturdy. The man would have been hurt if I tried to throw him through it. But the nearest old table was far enough away that I would have needed to carry the man to it. I did not want to.

I tossed the man away into a clear space. He sat down hard on the floor and stared up at me.

"You will not touch women without their permission."

He kept staring with his mouth hanging open.

"Do you hear me?"

"Y...uh...yeah."

"When a woman tells you to stop touching her, you will stop. Do you understand?"

He nodded.

"Good. Enjoy your evening."

I went back to the bar and quietly asked Sam, "Did I do that correctly?"

"Yeah. S'fine."

"I will move the older tables closer to the bar."

"'Kay."

I went back to reading. No one else caused trouble that evening.