In Case of Emergency, Eat First

Richard is frantically plugging everything in, praying for super charging abilities. He's scouring the house for candles and supplies, wishing he had gone grocery shopping instead of a long meander in the beltline this morning. He'd heard about the upcoming storm but like everyone, grossly underestimated exactly how torrential things would become. The highways are flooded, all the softball games tonight were cancelled because the diamonds are pools, which doesn't bode well for next week's tournament. What a disaster- walking behind three teenagers on the way to get some tissue- it was on sale for 69 cents this week- he overheard them say, why does the sky look apocalyptic? Then he saw it: the blackened heavy ceiling, ominous, threatening, terrifying. He half expected to see demons leaping from cloud to cloud, arms outstretched, like childhood nightmare versions of caspar's satanic twin. Now the radio says another storm cell is expected within the hour. So much to do. Feed the cats, boil the rice, do the dishes, eat all the ice cream. Oh, the ice cream. So much waste. And the leftover petit fours from Sandra's engagement party. They've been in his fridge for 3 days and he's allowed himself a treat or three every day but he has to finish them all now, obviously. Once his electronics finish charging, he'll set up his emergency station beside the computer with his phone and tablet. Spread out a picnic, line up the downloads he's saved and hunker down for a wild and crazy monsoon. Hopefully the lightning stays away. Richard gets spooked by thunder. He tends to eat even more. Oh! Brew coffee to make iced coffee and check supplies in the pantry. Unload the frozen cookies and let them thaw, might as well. This could a long night. Richard needs to make sure he'll have all his necessities at hand.