11/11

I’m feeling like we should be packing up or something like that. I’m wanting to make things, bake things, get ready to go somewhere… as in leave (jim, myself & chip). TBH, i’m scared. With Dotard so close with the Sickle & he has to see the writing on the wall- he knows he’s in trouble, he can undoubtedly feel it.

Here is the hope I’m holding on to, 2 things:

1) That I’m wrong. It won’t be the first time, that’s for sure.

2) If something has been in the works, that our intelligence officers are aware of it & are 1 step ahead of him.

Other than those 2 factors, we’re fucked.