January 10, 2025 – 6:59 AM
Diary of a Snowbound Visionary, Day 1
Good morning. As I sit sipping my Super Orange Emergen-C, a beverage of champions and germ-fighters alike, I contemplate the beginning of Snow-pocalypse 2025 – January Edition. The powdery fury that was foretold has yet to descend, but hope—or dread—lingers.
Milk and bread supplies are already reaching crisis levels. There are rumors that a neighbor may have hoarded oat milk. I don’t even know what oat milk is, but desperate times call for questionable choices. Gluten-free bread remains a sobering reminder of our fragile existence.
Working from home has begun. Laptops hum with purpose, the modern equivalent of a battle drum, as brave souls gather for Teams calls. Heroic snack stashes stand ready, fortified for the long winter hours. I stare out the window as the sun rises. Where is the first flake? Where is the storm that would strike fear into our hearts and scatter salt trucks in all directions?
The weather forecast still plays coy: Snow starting “sometime” this morning.
I remain vigilant. If this is truly the end, remember my courage as I stared into the vast, clear abyss of the forecast—and it stared back, smug and unburdened by precipitation.
Stay tuned for further chronicles of survival… if I still have power.
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