Note this might sound fatalistic. But I’m old.
Me.
I ain't gonna run if they come for me or my neighbors.
I might buy some really good whiskey, and sit on my front porch. Shotgun across my lap and wait. But I ain't gonna run, or hide.
It really has been a long strange trip.
(but you do you)
Almost too old to run, but definitely too financially strapped to live anywhere but here. At this rate I've resigned myself to doing whatever I can to stick around long enough for my youngest to turn 18. 23 and I are working on a worst-case contingency plan where if... he will become 16's legal guardian.
It is good ya’ll are making plans.
It would be incredibly foolish not to. After everything my kids and I have endured, I'll be dipped if my youngest ended up becoming a ward of the state. Hell no!