I’m honestly one step away from “churning thine own butter” levels of do it yourself, except if I had to actually sit and churn butter I’m pretty certain my arms would fall off. Which is why I will never actually go off the grid because there’s no way my sick ass would make it. I can barely lift my wet laundry out of the machine that washes my clothes for me into the one that dries them for me.
If there’s ever a zombie apocalypse just leave me behind with the mosolov cocktails and a shotgun with several rounds of ammo. I know my place in the collapse of society and it’s not as someone who survives.