Prepared for a natural emergency
The only answer is to quote someone else: Great Big Sea said it for me.
And I say way-hey-hey, it’s just an ordinary day
and it’s all your state of mind
At the end of the day, you’ve just got to say,
it’s all right.
Today was just another brick in the path; another leaf on the forest floor. My lunch was ordinary. My ride home on the bus was ordinary. Even TV has had nothing but reruns (so far). The dog has added naught to the conversation (although he does get the message across when it’s time to be on the other side of the main door). I did receive a book in the mail, but it shipped almost a month late and they forgot the other half of my order.
I’m reading a selection of short stories by modern crime writers. Amazing how they can get the situation across in a finger-count of pages. Maybe I’ll put off writing my first book until I’ve had a successful string of shorties. Just have to invent a premise or two. That’s the right word; it has nothing to do with apartments (or tents).
I know what I should do (soon). Service my emergency campstove. After all, you can’t plan for a natural disaster, and the ability to provide hot coffee at the right moment could be important. Trying to face a nuclear meltdown, or the quake that cracks the road in two, will require coffee. Can’t do it this weekend, but come next week, I’ll be all over the situation. Probably.
