Dear Diary -

As promised, Alan stopped by on his way back from town.  Apparently Sheriff Thompson hasn't heard anything official, but word around the campfire is that we've been hit with either a solar flare or an EMP (Electromagnetic Pulse).  I'm still not sure what that means, other than Alan seems to think that the power isn't coming on anytime soon and the vehicles are probably fried.

It was really cold today.  I'm going to have to find some warmer clothes soon.  It almost looked like it could snow this afternoon.  I don't remember the last time I saw snow before Halloween.

I need to start a list of all of the things that I need to do around here.  That should be interesting...

At least I got to eat my warm ravioli tonight.  I've re-arranged the living room so that the couch is closer to the wood stove now.  I find that I get tired a lot earlier now - probably a combination of having no electronic distractions after dark and all of the exercise that I've been getting lately.

So, SSS and all, but off to bed I go.

S 

(Apparently the whole "Dear Diary" is harkening me back to junior high.  SSS = Sorry So Short.  Next thing you know I'll be playing MASH to figure out who I'm going to marry, where we'll live, what job I'll have, what car I'll drive and how many kids I end up with!)