Tuesday, April 14, 2020

I arrived back at my property after discussing with my wife the current situation. In part, I needed to get out of the stench of death that emanated from the bedside in my son's ICU ward. The other part is the overdriving urge to make preparations for the trouble I feel is coming across the sea. I ignored my feelings once, and it cost me, never again.

I can't believe I am laying my beds with the prepper crowd. My brother should be laughing where ever he may be currently. I listened to many of his ramblings through our game nights together, rolling my eyes. Now I sit here racking my brain for just one of those conversations from my brother back.

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A wood stove will be an essential item for heating. Up on the plateau, the temperatures during the winter nights can get very cold. We would need a heating source and somewheres to cook, so yeah, mark that to a shopping list. I could get some Solar panels. Thank God for youtube again, a modern damn marvel it is. But it will be finite power at best if the world went to hell. The lead-acid batteries that would be powering everything would be good for a very short time comparatively, around eight years if my memory is good. Lithiums are too finicky with temperatures for me.

I have such a long way to go and I am already tired. Can we trust humans if things get bad? Will my son get better or better yet, did I see my son for the last time today? That is a hell of a thought to go to bed with.