We're ammo'ed up, live on acreage within a couple hundred yards worth of trees to the Mississippi river, private well, blah-blah-blah...
If the rest of civilization ends tomorrow, the only differences will be in how I heat my house and how much time I can devote to working in my forge. I'll also get a lot more hunting and fishing done. All that additional exercise I wish I had time for? Not a worry. Spend more time with the wife and kids? Again... not a worry.
The only serious worry would be outright war in the streets. Those fleeing Minneapolis looking to steal or cause crime. Or worse, re-impose order under some ill-thought out attempt at Martial Law.
I made my own chairs. Let the music stop.
And that, folks, is the post of the week.