No Meteors Here, Just Tsunamis of Happiness and Pizza

A funny thing happened on the way to the apocalypse. There I was goofing off one morning at my favorite bakery when an astrophysicist looked my way.

And this is what he said: “Oh people say we’re watching the meteor hurtling toward earth from our base in Antarctica.” And I say, “And is it?”

“No,” says he. And I’m like, “so it’s not going to hit Earth?” And he’s like, “there is no meteor.” (leaving off the dufus part)

So despite the anti-clamatic non-climax of life as we know it, life continues on the way it should, merrily, doing what makes me happy with some of those things in moderation, and keeping in touch with friends, family, and strangers appreciating life’s little synchronicities that happen when you connect the dots as I am wont to do.

(Did you ever notice how the word wont implies doing and won’t implies not doing?)

cheeseboard pizza with friends

What I’d be doing if a meteor were about to hit Earth. Pretty much the same thing I’d be doing every day – hanging with friends, couch surfers, strangers, enjoying life. Living fat, dying young.