A co-worker walks into the kitchen as I’m getting my morning coffee and says, “So, are you ready for the apocalypse?” To which I ever so eloquently replied, “Huh?” (Hey, I don’t get truly verbose until at least my third cup of coffee). Anyway, at my stunned expression she explained it was June 6, 2006, or in apocalyptic terms 6-6-6. To which I then managed t0 mumble out, “Hmm.” I know, I know. I really do need to expand my vocabulary.
But as I wandered back to my desk, coffee in hand, I sat down, looked out the window and thought, not 'how awful the world could end' or 'gee maybe I should call my family because you just never know'. No, I merely quirked an eyebrow at the overcast sky and grumbled, ‘Sucky day for an apocalypse. Haven’t seen the sun in over a week.’ Then again, maybe extended darkness is the first sign. Or the second. Actually I really have no idea what the signs of an impending apocalypse are. That was never taught on the few times I showed up for Sunday school as a kid.
I’m not entirely sure where I’m going with this post, but I think suffice to say we can determine two things from this morning’s conversation. (1) I am an apparent heathen with no biblical knowledge past the whole theory of creation and whatever old movie I saw on television; and (2) should there ever be an apocalypse my likely response to it will be along the mono-syllabic vein.
Especially if it occurs early in the morning and I have yet to imbibe my second cup of coffee.