It is my job to prepare for what’s coming. That means coming up with ways to feed my family, coming up with a water source for drinking and washing, learning how to grow as much food as possible on our little piece of land, improving our soil, learning how to preserve food favoring low-energy methods, insulating our house, conserving everything. That’s my overarching job. And it doesn’t matter how depressed I am or how my family life is going or if I have a bad day at work — that job will never go away. It doesn’t matter how much or how little I’m supported or whether people agree with me or laugh at me — I know what’s coming, and I must get ready for it.
I also need to keep my “formal” job in the mainstream economy. Deep down, I hate it, although I try not to feel that or let it show. But I have to keep it and even do well at it, because from that flows money to prepare and health insurance for as long as that means something.
Ending and Beginning 
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