The concrete pour on Site 7 failed inspection yesterday. Not catastrophically — the aggregate was fine, the mix was fine, but there's a hairline fracture in the foundation that shouldn't be there, that tells me someone cut corners on the curing time because we lost three days to a sandstorm and the schedule does not flex for weather anymore. I will have to file a report, which means someone's bonus disappears, which means someone's child does not get new school uniforms this year. This is how things work now. We build faster than the desert wants us to, and the desert always wins eventually, and everyone knows it but nobody says it until the structure moves and then we all pretend we're surprised. I have been doing this for twelve years and I am tired in a way that sleep does not fix.