(I've been posting a silly fake journal on my Facebook page since the lockdown for us started in April. This was day 1 entry.)
Journal Entry:
Apocalypse Day 1.
The eight year old had a meltdown due to the fact her teacher sent homework via email, and her father could access said email and understand Google Classroom.
The eight year old had a friend over, inspite of the social pressure to not have friends over, because the friend's mother is out vanquishing zombies. And she needed childcare.
I spent the morning cleaning the bunker. Every clean spot I considered a victory.
We took a brief respite outside, as it unwise to let the canine relieve herself inside the bunker. We saw two other children who quickly scurried behind a tree. Several vultures flew over head. But they avoided us--today.
Back inside the eight year and friend have not yet caused chaos. But it is early.
The pop tarts rations are supposed to arrive tomorrow. This keeps me going.
