This is Day 357 of 15 Days to Flatten the Curve. Deb and I are fine, thanks.

We sprang forward.

News broke yesterday afternoon that the current occupant of the Oval Office had broken his silence about the current resident of the governor’s mansion in Albany, and Deb got the word before I did. She called me over and read me what Daffy said — something vapid about letting the investigation run its course.

Color me unsurprised.

We can agree, I think, the he said that not out of principle but out of political loyalty. Neither Daffy, nor Chuckles, nor their party, nor any disciple of their anti-American progressive cult really believes in due process — unless, that is, it works to their advantage.

If it weren’t for duplicity they’d have nothing to say.

We ran one of the bus’s furnaces, along with the water heater, for the third sub-freezing night in a row, and the scheme works. When I entered the coach shortly after 9am yesterday morning, for example, the interior was right at 60°F. The warmest spot, according to the temperature sensors, was the wet bay in the basement, which is directly under the LP-gas furnace we’d left running.


Our supply of LP appears to be holding out — the gauge continues to show the tank’s two-thirds full. Even if it’s on the verge of dropping to a third, we should have enough to combat a few more cold nights.

Speaking of gas, yesterday I confirmed that both the fridge and the water heater function properly on LP as well as 120VAC.

Deb stocked Ernie’s freezer and got started on the refrigerator. She also set up and primed the gravity-fed water-filtration system we’ll use, a Berkey Travel that’ll find a home on the galley counter. The woman really has business handled in the living space, and I’m grateful. We’re quite the team.

I broke out the big charger and put 2A on the chassis batteries all day. And, as I’d hoped, I found time to check the electrolyte levels in the Bumper Bunker’s batteries and connect the rig to shore power for 24 hours.

In the short time we’ve had that little trailer we’ve made some damned good memories. The big ol’ Class A is great, definitely a step up, but honestly I’m gonna miss the coziness of the Bunker.

Something tells me I’ll get over it.

Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.

#WiseUp #LibertyOrDeath