Wednesday, May 19, 2020

There are lights on and then off, it is maddening. I finally called it and just left our solar grid off. I end up writing by firelight. I know it will sound petty later, but it is a might bit inconvenient. Of all the things I could be writing about in here, the freezing temperatures in May, the dwindling toilet paper supply, the constant dull routine, but it is the annoyance with the power is the thing that triggers me. I will need to find some better ways to manage stress and talk it over with the other two. I know if it is bothering me it has to be bothering them too. We need to address it before we kill each other.

There has been little activity on the road now. Every time we do hear anything, our heads snap up. If this is an indicator of how others are starting to feel, then things will start to get uglier. We started on a root cellar and until it is finished we are hiding our food cache on the property. I don't want to write it down because if someone finds this, then they will have our life sustenance removed and we will die. There is no use pulling the punch. This is no longer a game of "ifs", this is now a careful dance with that dark grim reaper, and I don't want to miss a step. He is a jealous SOB.