Just Another Day (SIGH)
I awoke this morning to a harsh reality: the world hasn’t ended yet. While my mind has been embroiled all week in the ramifications of a major change in the office, the outside world limps on as usual. To some degree I am disappointed. This morning would have been a good time for closure, as I lay amongst my sleeping family. Who could not wish to be with loved ones at the End of All Things? Alas, it’s not to be…yet.
For those afflicted with hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia, my condolences. Your particular malady has again been unsubstantiated. Perhaps next time. Any day in June of 2066 is ripe with portent - just imagine a whole month of days in which the world may end - makes me twitchy just thinking about it.
ItÂs a beautiful day for the end, who could ask for better: sunny, warm, my yard full of birds and small mammals threading through my too-tall grass. One can almost ignore the brownish haze near the horizons reminding us that the air is not as pure as we think. The distant rush of the highway tells me we’re still chasing the dinosaurs’ record of mass extinction: So why not today? Again, I’m mildly annoyed; I don’t want to go to work todayÂ