That the world was coming to an end. I didn’t, and I know everything brilliant Boomlennial that I am. I haven’t blogued in awhile since nothing was rattling around in my brain fighting to get out. The news was boring. You can only punch at the President for so long before it’s tuned out. No big weather calamities. Family fairly stable. Mack Daddy and I have spent a lot of time in front of the fire reading fiction which is nice but not blogue worthy. I set a really high bar. Right. But now that Armageddon, or the Zombie Apocalypse (pick your craziness) is upon, what is one to think? I’m somewhat self-quarantined in Hotel California (see old blogue from a year ago#oneofmyfinest#arenttheyall), because I haven’t seen many people. And the sun is out, which kills all viruses. That’s my story and that of other brilliant people. Not really but if it’s in print it is not fake news. People are still going out and about here because we are on vacation and have already flown so on the march to oblivion. It is funny, though, how you approach life now. A sneeze or cough sends everyone running. To what or where has yet to be determined. A doorknob becomes a lethal weapon. Fortunately, I already was a bit of a germ snob and always carry sanitizer with me and not afraid to use it. On me or you. Beware. I am going to venture to the grocery store this morning because I’ve heard the shelves are bare. If there’s no diet tonic water that is a major problem. As I sit outside with the palm trees blowing this morning, it’s hard to believe this is truly the end of the world. Am I exaggerating? You heard it here first……