Naturally, it got me thinking of the realistic and tentatively imminent methods of human extinction. Even though I am certain the worst way to die would be in a plane crash (mechanical failure and terrorism alike), starving to death would probably be next.
Each morning I get out of the shower and see my son trying to wear all 3 empty backpacks stored in my closet. Sadly, they are waiting to be filled with food and water for 72 hour survival kits. Something I vow to do each year, but never have. Must move this to the top of my To Do list.
Only this year will be different.
This year I will vow to fill FOUR backpacks.
