2. The Great Internet Streaming Fail 2012.
3. The devastatingly handsome pizza delivery boy was sleepily slurring his speech tonight.
4. Southern Nevada will get a new area code in 2014.
Aside from all that, the Wedding at the End of the World was a splendid bacchanalia of debauchery. Check facebook for photos in the coming months. The happy honeymooners are hanging out here, in advance of the world blowing up:
Consider that a mental health moment.
Every time I passenge (I suppose the correct word is "pass") through rural Indiana, I am blown away. Mostly because of the impressive collections of gigantic windmills that interrupt the tranquil flatness of the horizon. I gasp and squeal and am seized with delight. And then we ride past the inevitable giant banner that says, "Pray and fast to end abortion," or "No mask can hide your sin from God," and I remember that I'm in the middle of fire and brimstone.
Yesterday I received this image from the bride:
and I think that explains a lot. It says, "Hell and destruction are never full, so the eyes of man are never satisfied."
Neither are the eyes of children with Christmas toy catalogs in their paws. Now that we pulled off the wedding (or, as Beth's girls would say, "rocked it!"), and Peru is canceled...'tis the season. The million dollar question is: should we bother buying Christmas gifts? I mean, given the Pandemic that's trending on the Doomsday Dashboard, what's the point?
In the spirit of full disclosure, I went ahead and booked my Winter Break ticket. I believe in keeping all of my options as open as possible. More about that on Tuesday.
This short (happy Veteran's Day!) week has gone by crash-boom-bang, and I have an appointment with favorite pajamas. I'm going to turn myself into a zombie of the screen variety and save my pandemic/economic crisis/2012 cataclysm worries for another evening.
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