Journal 105

It has started to snow again. I’m sick of snow. Jonas and I spent the entire day out in the snow. Back before the virus, I used to pray for snow days. My parents used to moan and groan. I never understood their hate for the snow. It was fun for me. There was no school and I could spend the entire day playing in the snow making snowmen and snow angels. I played until my fingers and toes ached with cold. My mom would always have something warm for me to eat and drink when I needed a break. Now I understand. The snow is pretty, but it can make your life miserable when it interferes with life.

Several people in Bear Country are still recovering from their illnesses. If the weather doesn’t decide to warm up soon, I fear people will start to get sick all over again. I’m tired of rooming in with everyone in Bear Country. I need solitude. I spent a little while in my room in the admin hallway but nearly froze to death. It is horribly cold when you get away from the fire barrels.

Sheriff Pete sent Jonas and me on a food recovery mission. I tried to back out of the tasks, but Pete gave me one of those stern looks. I know he was thinking that I was once the gang leader of Bear Country, and I should know the importance of stocking our food stores. I know the importance, but I wanted to go out to the Spurs Fort and check up on Joshua.