The snow is coming. You can tell. It's close. Too close.
I went to the grocery store yesterday at lunchtime. Couldn't get close. Went again last night, at about 11. Only a few people were there. The shelves were barren. It was like the place had been looted.
One of the editors here, asked about the forecast, said, "We're all going to die."
Be careful out there. The horror...the horror...
Death is but a door. Time is but a window.
I'll be back.