The Sword and Laser discussion

Apocalypse Diary, Day 3 - without electricity, I have been plunged back to the '70s... the 1870s. Read a book about a similar apocalypse (The Fifth Season) by firelight and candlelight. Plugged phone into car and drove around to recharge it. Okay, it's a weirdly advanced 1870s. Alt universe, clearly.

The plague has struck down my nearest neighbors, who live on the hill across the woods. The lone survivor trekked over to offer a cup of jolt, which I have gladly accepted. Our suffering bonds us.

The heavens are troubled no more, the sunlight shining brightly down through ice-blue skies and skitters across the fallen frosted leaves. It is almost enough to make one forget the devastation wrought by the storm which hath brought us so low.

I feel an especial kinship to my compatriots to the south who suffered a similar fate not long ago, although I daresay they are not also dealing with freezing temperatures. But this is not a competition, nor what we elders termed a "pity party" in those long-ago '70s. I keenly feel empathy in our shared plight.

The animals and I have retreated to our demense's great room, huddled by the fire. I envy them their obliviousness to our suddenly shifted lot, and wonder which will eat me first. My money's on the Chihuahua.

Diminutive demons and pint-size princesses will cavort and gambol this eve, begging for treats I do not have. Their tricks may push our fragile existence beyond the brink. Perhaps they will accept spoilt cheese as a bribe to stay their hands?

Will soldier on and report later.

Excellent use of remaining battery power. 10/10 would send through apocalypse again for more writing.

Hmm. I didn't know they still made Jolt. But sure enough they do.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jolt_Cola

Huzzah! Ye Olde Power Company says we should have electric back by 9 pm!

...what's that? It just turned 10? Well, crap.

When I lived in Pepperell, if power went out it could be days. Just a slower pace of life and less infrastructure.

Kindly gents with technical bents spirited away my generator to be serviced (skunked fuel) and have promised its speedy return upon the morrow. I predict it shall once again grace my humble abode precisely one hour after the power has been restored.