Just a college Hufflepuff grad and Pokemon master involved in a tumultuous love affair with pen and paper, subsisting on a healthy soul diet of stories, and on a quest to find ghosts and her inner Samwise.
Now driving around to find an open movie theater and charge phones in the car while discussing our most and least preferred apocalyptic scenarios.
Dad: best case scenario, meteor strike; worst, EMP attack and descent into mass chaos
Christopher: best case scenario, strategic nuclear strikes and foreign invasion; worst, super volcano explosion
Me: best case scenario, alien invasion; worst, EMP attack and descent into mass chaos
Mom: “I just want Jesus to take me.”
despite getting nearly TWO INCHES of ice overnight and half the triad being without power, crushed beneath fallen trees, and generally caught up in an unholy panic, work has refused to cancel
I literally, physically cannot get there. My 40 minute commute is impossible / a death sentence, so I’m hoping they’ll let me work from home instead of having to take a personal day.
so in the meantime I’m sipping hot chocolate, charging up all electronic devices for when the power inevitably goes, and debating with the fam about the merits of abandoning the house for our more structurally sturdy church (which is right next door) in case more of the trees by the house start falling