Drowsy. Strange napping now, though.
They say it’ll hit around 3:00.
Nice coffee this, my last.
No one around.
Funny how everyone’s cowering indoors. As if we’d survive skyscraper tsunamis, off-the-scale earthquakes, thousand-year dust clouds!
Sister phoned to say goodbye, not to invite me over. Understandable, to be alone with the kids. I couldn’t bear that heartbreak.
Some still clutch at straws. Fat chance we’ll nuke a five-mile asteroid off course.
My Google homepage pic is of people holding hands.
Is this how the world ends?
Like the poet says, not with a bang but a whi______