A Storm Diary, October 29, 20–
We have put up provisions for several weeks, thanks largely to my own dear Jennifer’s industriousness. Of Cliff Bars we surely have two dozen, both chocolate chip and peanut butter crunch varieties. I shall cultivate bread mold for the penicillin. Poor, innocent, half-witted Adam plays with his Legos; if he should need them to kill some intruder demanding our Cliff Bars, will he be ready? I pray to Our Creator daily for guidance and a kayak.