Damn. Winter storms in NorCal. Tornadoes just a state away. And yet, here in western NC, the weather is a mid to upper 60s during the afternoon and cold enough at night for me and my special lady to clutch on to each other all night under a series of blankets while the cats and Rocket The Raccoon cling to us to keep all of us warm.
Two humans, three cats, and one raccoon, on a twin bed. That's a lot of body heat. And a sight to see.
Anyway, nearly 70 degrees. In western NC. In mid December.
Yeah, that sounds normal. This whole climate change thing .... must be a hoax. A very very very very very very very .... convincing hoax.
Sierra will go from wearing tiny shorts and why-bother t-shirts in the day and then "I'm going on a trek to the North Pole" at night.
This ... is not normal.
I'm no climatologist, but in the time I've lived here in western NC, the temperature, humidity, and general climate, has changed.
There are people out jogging 90% naked here and loving it. It's mid-December. There should be no jogging here at this time outside of a gym.
My special lady and I have dedicated a closet to canned food. For the winter storms. It's like the walk in pantry your grandmother had because she lived through WWII and understands what food shortages are like so she keeps enough food that won't go bad and can be fed to soldiers for years to come. It pairs great with my hidden basement that cannot be found without my help and has all my father's weaponry.
I have no desire to live into an apocalypse. But if it involves my special lady's survival, get the fuck out of my way.