My trumpeting sounds like a goose farting in the fog.
Alex O’Loughlin
It is foggy again. I can see bluesky. All my solar panels see is more thick fog. They are not making enough to power a flashlight.
I could run the gen but I am running out fuel that is already old. Same with food. I am down to two cans of food three boxes of gluten free pasta and a small carton of 15 year old dehydrated potatoes. I am almost out of coffee, that will be difficult.
Am I worried? Not yet. Maybe in a couple of days. I read somewhere you can last without food for awhile but not water. I still have snow to melt. Having said that I am running low on on wood to burn to melt the snow. It is what it is.
Chores are done, I feel like a double A that has been left in flashlight burning all night.
At least today it is warmer. I will only need 3 blankets instead of five.
