Not Bugging Out

The bags are packed but it’s only for a real emergency. An evacuation for fire is most likely, not a head-for-the-hills TEOTWAWKI romp. I’m already in the hills and there’s nowhere to go. Everybody up here is prepped and armed. You don’t want to come up here and the neighbors don’t want you here either. Family? Parents are aged and in their safe haven, or at least the illusion of that which makes them happy. There’s a BIL in Oregon, not going there, too long a drive fraught with craziness. My older brother and sister will have to fend for themselves. Sister’s kids are all adults anyhow. Brother’s kid is nearly. Not much we can do about it, but this is not their escape-point anyhow.

About NotClauswitz

The semi-sprawling adventures of a culturally hegemonic former flat-lander and anti-idiotarian individualist, fleeing the toxic cultural smug emitted by self-satisfied lotus-eating low-land Tesla-driving floppy-hat wearing lizadroid-Leftbat Califorganic eco-tofuistas ~