Someone was lactating near the mister. There's milk everywhere along the mister's channels now.
Other than that, everything's going rather swimmingly. Namely that the miners who dug the final channels for the mister system got some swimming experience out of it.
A giant toad was interrupting a massive woodcutting operation in the caverns, so the militia put it down without consequence.
The dwarven caravan just arrived. Time to unload a bunch of worthless crap, and take everything they have. It's actually a fairly enormous caravan. I forgot to request sand last year, though I bet brought plenty anyway...
The stoneworkers haven't dug anything new lately, they've all been engraving the main hall. And it takes a long, long time.
I'm rather proud of ezum, our master architect. He's spent the last three years perfecting his skills as a stoneworker, becoming a legendary miner and mason, and adept at engraving. Sadly he hasn't had much chance to train as an architect...
Another one of the individuals I had though was doomed to die of infection has recovered spontaneously. They'll still get to keep the fancy tomb, for now.
I really need to decide on some permanent residences for the dwarves. There are dozens of beds free in the dorms, but generally a tired dwarf collapses where he or she stands, unless they own their own quarters.
Everybody's hauling wood right now. Need something for them to do afterwards, even though my objective is to create a thriving metropolis which they stand around and adore in various ways as much as possible, making friends and falling in love. Then being eaten by trogs, apparently...