Day Forty Seven PM #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Found something that will serve to get us and our supplies down from the wall. Makes me wish that Lyle and I had agreed upon a set time for his return. No telling now when it’ll happen.

I’ve found a good place to store things, both what we brought with us and what we can find hereabouts to add to it.

All quiet otherwise. Too quiet.

A couple of times I caught myself humming. It brought back memories of other times and other circumstances. Not that I would want to trade now for then if I could. Despite then being a “happier” time, comparatively speaking. No sir, not at all. No way. No how.

I’ve learned my lesson about that.