#milliardo

Staying miles from habitation, he would be on his own for supplies. Of course, the planning hadn’t been any more involved than his long-remembered missions. The sledge, hitched to the back of his snowcat, was the answer to the problems of food and water, with more than enough room for staples to leave over when he left. Wood for the fireplaces in the main rooms he could chop easily himself, and there was fuel enough to keep the boiler going so that the limited plumbing to the upstairs wouldn’t freeze. An emergency radio, and a phone – though he hadn’t, and wouldn’t, share the number – he’d brought along only at the urging that he not cut himself off entirely. And, unless the mice had gotten at them too badly over the last decade, the house’s library would be sufficient to keep him entertained.