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Jesse up.” Christine said and headed upstairs.
    Christine getting Jesse up generally involved snuggling and both falling back to sleep so I knew there would be time before the household became active. I let Caleb lay on the couch watching the news.
    “Let me know if anything new happens.” I said as I walked to the kitchen to get more coffee then to the basement.
    Yesterday we had shoved our new supplies on shelves where they would be out of the way, today we needed to organize and repack everything. We could fill the five gallon buckets with an assortment of foods and medical supplies so that each was its own survival bucket. The buckets would be easier to carry and pack in case we needed to leave. They could also be buried or stashed away more easily. We’d have to camouflage them, their whiteness would stand out too much. I started a list of things to get…spray paint I wrote.
    It took a half hour before Caleb started to stir. I could hear him in the kitchen getting breakfast. There was still no sign of movement upstairs. By the time Caleb came down to say he had fixed breakfast I had a list of supplies we had on hand and additional items to get. We’d figure out how to split things up while eating.
    Christine and Jesse made it down in time for breakfast, the smell of food usually got Jesse moving. He was tired this morning but that didn’t stop him from making it to the table. I kept thinking it was a growing spurt but there was no spurting to it, it was a constant.
    “OK, here’s a list of what we have downstairs.” I said as we sat down to eat, “We need to figure out what we want in each supply bucket.”
    “How many buckets do we have?” asked Caleb.
    “Thirty of the food safe ones with lids.” I answered, “There’s another seven we already had but only two have lids. Do you have an idea?”
    “No.” was all he said.
    They were tired and uncertain what this all meant. We sat and ate quietly then Jesse asked, “Will all the stuff fit in the buckets?”
    “No,” I answered, “we’ll fill the buckets with as much stuff as we can then store the rest. Maybe we can find other containers we can use. The buckets are mainly to make individual survival packs each having an assortment of food, water, first aid items…that way if we only have one or two we’re not stuck with all alcohol and band aids and no food or tools.
    “Let’s get the backpacks we’ve been outfitting as well, and any other backpacks we have. Those will be good to stuff full. They’re easy to grab and go with.”
    There was no response from anyone. I wasn’t sure if it was that they were just tired or if concern was sitting in. We finished eating and went to work.
    Christine was on the computer looking for new information. The TV was on in the living room although no one was watching. We also had the TV on in my office so we could hear it as we worked.
    It was a little after two when we sealed our last survival bucket. We also had the two other buckets with lids full of small tools and fasteners, tape, 550 paracord, padlocks and other useful items. The trick with these was to stuff them full of things we may need but not so heavy that they were cumbersome to carry. It didn’t take many hammers and wrenches to make a heavy bucket and we became quite adapt at bucket packing.
    In each of the five other buckets we stuffed paper products, clothes, a couple bottles of water, packets of dried camping food, fire starter and other small light items. Caleb made lids out of duct tape while Jesse and I organized the remaining supplies on shelves with plans to find additional storage containers. It was time for a break.
    The boys and I sat in the living room exhausted eating and watching the news.
    Christine had been on the phone much of the day. She’s a phonie, she likes to talk on the phone and does so a lot , today she was talking even more than usual. Discussions varied from “ Do you think this is the End of Days? ” to “ If