Move along citizen, nothing to see here. Just a fucking cyclone about to slide sideways into my word cave. Probably on Thursday.
I do like the reserved tone of my weather here.
So due preparations must be made, which is to say, snacks must be bought. No point hanging around for a climate cataclysm if you can’t enjoy it because you’re hungry.
I think I’ve got my macros covered.
But I should probs lay in some beer, too.
Didn't Amazon still make their Los Angeles drivers do deliveries at the height of the recent bushfires? You'll be fine for a last minute, or current minute, snack delivery.
This is when all the "waste of time" research into the apocolypse and dystopian futures finally pays off. You will likely be the King of the Westend this time next week.