January 24th, 2034
It snowed all day and most of the night, in fact, for a while it came down so heavy, I was able to fire up the cook stove and heat the cabin without the fear of the warbirds spotting the smoke. I took full advantage of the situation and boiled the remaining rice and baked the last batch of biscuits. I’ve got enough food to last another two weeks, after that, I’m back to scrounging.
Not looking forward to that.
I haven’t been able to raise anyone on the radio, or even catch a signal, for that matter, too much snow and too many obstructions. I figured as much, but searching the dial helps to kill the time.
All in all, I’m gassed, -another day sitting around the cabin eating rice, beans and biscuits and sipping on hot tea sounds about right to me.