He couldn’t put his finger on it, but it felt like the beginning of something big. Then, when he was down on the beach just looking at the water, the outside thought said something jarring.
It will be big. Keep preparing. You don’t have enough.
Grant heard that loud and clear.
He would step up his Costco food runs. Whenever he went to Costco alone for weekend errands, he would “accidently” put some oatmeal packets, pancake mix, or other bulk foods in the cart. He would put these items in the trunk of his Tacura for the weekly run out to the cabin. Lisa never looked in his trunk. When he had enough items out in the shed from the recent runs, he would vacuum seal them. His six month food supply had slowly grown to about eight months. His shed was getting filled up. Good.