In light of our foolhardy and reckless potus doing his bumbling best to start a war with Iran, I felt compelled to tell Studly Doright what I would do if I found myself away from Doright Manor in a worst case situation.
“I’m getting home. Even if I’m miles from the house, and my car no longer runs. I’ll come home.”
“Okay,” he said.
“You’d come home, too. Right?”
“Of course. As soon as I could.”
That’s about the extent of our plan.
So, I jokingly/not jokingly asked my Facebook friends:
Even though none of them are “preppers” most had non-joking answers. One cans food and has a stockpile. Another has already thought ahead to getting enough propane to allow for hot meals. One has several cases of wine (if I can’t get home, guess where I’ll head).
A friend who lives in Taos, New Mexico, says he’ll journey out to the Taos Pueblo which has withstood the ravages of “civilization” for centuries. Still another said he’d just sit back and watch how it unfolds.
The thing about my plan is that if Studly is here with me that’s all that matters. We’ll be okay. And if we’re not okay, we’ll at least be together.
Seriously, let’s keep hoping that someone in authority practices common sense in these fractured days.