October 24th, 2033
The Gods of insurgency smiled upon me today.
Poking around in the hills near Frazier Park I stumbled upon an old hunter’s shack tucked away deep in the scrub.
A cot, clothes, and food!
And, when I say food, I’m talking about shelf after shelf of sealed mason jars holding dry oatmeal, beans, and rice. There are jars of cereal, jars of flour, jars of sugar, salt, pepper, and jars of coffee, – jars and jars of coffee. I repeat, I have jars of coffee. I’m still smiling.