The weather, the news, disenchantment with the city, my penchant for Epicurean politics (i.e. retreat from them), and an apparently insatiable appetite for watching videos of people doing chores, off-grid, in cold environments, have all left me in a bit of a run-for-the-hills kind of mood. I daydream of just getting a plot of land in the mountains of Not Texas and just taking my family and whatever we can fit into (or strap onto) our cars and just seeing what life would be like if we lived intentionally on a homestead. This is a fantasy. We have kids in school, a suburban house, jobs that aren’t remote, student loans, etc. In my daydreams, we move into the wilderness by choice. In my nightmares, we move out of necessity because of some sort of disaster. In my reality, we just keep grinding. It’s possible that all this grinding will help bring about said disaster.