It’s been two weeks since the stolen chicken and horse. It is eerily quiet. I can’t help but feeling like I’m being watched. It could be nerves and nothing else, but we are rallying to make sure that we have opportunities to catch any intruders. I’m ready to bug out, but I fear that the wagon will slow me down. I have an alternate plan but I really want everything in the wagon. I made a holster out of duct tape and I now wear my gun everywhere I go, as does everyone else. I really wish I’d had more practice. We can’t afford to practice now – we need all the bullets, just in case. Two of the neighbors, farther out, moved into my guest house. Ronny and Ginny are their names. It’s comforting to know someone is close by. And next week, Melissa, another neighbor who lives alone, will move into my 2nd bedroom. After reworking the food stores, I have 2 months of food left, if I’m careful. Melissa brought her own, as did Ronny and Ginny. It may be selfish of me, but I moved all my food into my room, where I can lock it up near me. I feel a little guilty about it, but it’s survival. I’ve begun training harder with my kettlebells. I’m thinner than I’ve been a while. I kind of like it! However, my clothes are all too big. No matter. I can stitch some of them up and make them smaller. The men caught another elk, this time a big bull. Tonight, we feast!