Long days that fly by in a blink. We are sleeping under secondhand blankets, unwashed, in our clothes, last night even in shoes. I go to town and cannot believe how acrid the smell of woodsmoke is on our clothes, our hair. All day I marvel at how many useful things people before me have figured out, simple life-changing things, like stockpiling supplies… too tired at the moment to think of solid examples. This is awesome.