Day 3 of wife and kids being gone for a month.
Status: the dogs and chickens are still alive, haven’t seen the cat. I’m out of frozen pizza and am resorting to hunter gatherer mode, I’m sure there is something in the Woods I can eat. The couch has an imprint of my butt and I have reached the end of Netflix. I heard a rumor today that there is a place you can go and buy food and drinks, the locals call it Kroger, if I make it through the night I will try to find it tomorrow. There is also a man that drops off things in a box at the end of the driveway every day that ask for money. Over the last 3 days I have seen enough that I’m going to ignore them, maybe he will stop coming.
