Day four... The dogs next door barked, were aliens landing in the gulley poise to probe our butts? (was the TP scare warranted?) A bear maybe?  or villagers with torches and pitchforks coming to raid our homes for TP? Nope! TRAIN!!! ROTFLMAO went back to sleep, the boy continued to play hockey on the TV down stairs... I think withdrawal is kicking in. Plan for the day, trade computer services for valuable storage containment units for the bunker in the basement. At the crack of noon we foraged out of the house to help our supplier move critical files and documents to the cloud for safe keeping. We in turn were given 2 storage units which we promptly moved into the bunker... on a happy side note while cleaning space to install said units... Shhhh... I found 3 rolls of TP that I didn't know we had (our little secret ok?). Finished watching last week's episode of the Flash, we are up to date and need to wait until next Thursday to find out what happens next... I hope the TP holds out until then... it's dark... I'm signing off.
Side note... being the 228th most densely populated country on the planet I looked at the death toll that inspired the TP hoarding (because we will surely die without TP)... my findings are that about 0.000002660% of our population is no longer with us today due to complications arising from the virus. Hang on... anyone got an accurate number for the number of people in Canada that have been abducted by aliens? Bet that number's higher.