Pandemic Apocalypse Journal Day 2:
In such circumstances we often find out self asking questions we never thought or ever wanted to ask. Questions that challenge our humanity, questions that cut to the core of our beliefs. Questions like, if I have to wipe with a pine cone, could I get a splinter. Such things tear through the soul and clench the bum. The second born has started to train her feline to gather leaves and squirrels. I believe yesterday's visit from the tissue black market has concerned her. She is adjusting well even with such challenges, commenting 'half of what I eat is microwaved anyway' when I voiced my concern about the food stores. Her spirits are high and in turn they raise mine. To a toilet paper rich future, and a brighter day. Onto the next day.
