When the lights go out I will studiously reject the truth for several days. I will believe they will come back on, all the while knowing they will not. I will reject my gut feeling in deference to what I have been taught to believe. My camping equipment will be a temporary measurement. I will act amused as the fear grows, as reality presents itself.
I drive to work, but it has been castrated by the outage. They too, believe this is temporary, and give me a week off with pay. On my way home, I stop at the grocery for extra supplies.
I’ve been preparing my larder, but I am not a fool after all.
There is a bit of bottled water, which I take,, some canned ham, a bag of sugar and flour, no Korn kits, but a few cans of condensed milk, two bags of dry cat food the same for the dogs.
I go home, expecting the best, believing the worst, but believing I am a crazy fool. What will I do with all this crap when the lights come back on?