[Fiddleford has got in the habit of checking the message board, partly because it helps him feel like he's better keeping track of things and partly because it's a good way to find things to keep busy with. Now, especially, it had felt like a blessing to see someone asking for help with digging and carpentry. It's simple, uncomplicated: when someone dies, you get to work. Can't just leave a body in the snow. He didn't see it, thank goodness, or at least he doesn't think he did. If he did he doesn't remember. It's the same thing.

The point is he doesn't have to think about it, which is good, because historically when he thinks about things is when the trouble starts. No thinking, just doing. That's safer.]

I, ah. I saw the notice on the board. You think we'll have enough daylight to get this done today with how hard the ground is?

[What with. You know. The freezing and all.]