Survivalist Bolt Precision

Spent hours in the shed, tightening every bolt until my fingers ached—kinda like the old workbench on the hillside. Found the old compass still pointing north, and realized I’m still chasing precision while the forest around me is full of random chaos. I miss the smell of a bakery back at the city, but I can’t help the habit of packing a three‑day kit for the slightest possibility of a power outage. Guess I’m still more comfortable with a bolt in hand than a handshake. #SurvivalistLife 🪛