I'm locked out. →[More:]my housemate went to the grocery store, while I was sitting on the front porch. She locked the door out of habit, which I didn't realize until I got up to go in.
It's gotten me thinking about worst case scenarios.
Looking around, I'm OK as far as food goes. The garden has a few tomatoes, numerous peppers, chard, and a few young lettuce leaves. I have access to water, and also a soda I accidentally left on the porch.
It's getting cold. Housemate left a bathroom rug out to dry last week, so that could supplement my shorts and t-shirt. I also have a plastic tarp, and I could burrow down into the wood chip mulch for warmth. It's kind of fluffy, so I expect it would be insulating. Actually, I wonder how hot my compost pile is?
I hope she's back within an hour and 15 minutes, though, or my battery will die.