No one ever said I was a good prepper
Matthew Ryan Fischer
The sandbags remained open because it was too hard to tie them off
at the end. Maybe I put too much sand in. I don’t know. I ate all the snacks
first because obviously they were the snacks. I stood on the porch watching the
rain flood the lawn. I figured I was safe on the porch. My first injury came
from not watching where I was going and turning into the corner of a stack of
plywood. My fault. Totally. It was strange to be cold and hot at the same time.
The sweater was an attempt to ease the tension in my arthritic arms. But
sweating with AC running was odd. I’d probably catch a cold sooner or later. I
should have gotten a hand crank light of some sort. And maybe some MREs or
something. But I did have a box of peanut butter. So there is that.
The lights flickered. Not a good sign of things to come. Maybe I shouldn’t
stand so close to the glass window in the living room.
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