As long as it's not winter, my new plan for the apocalypse involves stealing a yacht and sailing for Canada. Or Michigan.

I have no intention of surviving an apocalypse. I don't really have many skills for it. I mean, I'm smart enough that I'd probably do okay, but I can't imagine it would be all that pleasant.

I live in the heart of NYC, and have a fairly weak immune system, anyway. I have trouble imagining any apocalypse that would destroy most of the population without taking me with it. So that's... comforting? I guess?

I made a tactical error tonight. I wanted a glass of wine. So I opened a bottle. Then I realized that the wine SUCKED. Like, made my mouth all pinched and uncomfortable. I actually said "yuck!" So that didn't work out. So then I opened the Prosecco. Which is yummy. The problem? Can't really re-cork Prosecco and expect it to keep, so I'm sitting here with a half-full bottle of delicious sparkling wine, pretty drunk, alone (because my neighbor abandoned me on Gossip Girl night, the meanie), and trying to decide if I should just say "fuck it" and finish the bottle, or make the sensible decision, cork it as best I can, and go to bed. What with teaching tomorrow, and my mom coming to town in the evening.

I live in the heart of NYC, and have a fairly weak immune system, anyway. I have trouble imagining any apocalypse that would destroy most of the population without taking me with it. So that's... comforting? I guess?

Ooh. You could go to the Intrepid museum and steal it. Then we could have a Buffista aircraft carrier....

Oo! Debet can teach the younger ones, and I'll get the older ones! I'll learn 'em how to write. For....um, I guess not college. Huh.

Maybe I should fall back on my camping skills. I have some.

I have trouble imagining any apocalypse that would destroy most of the population without taking me with it.

During the anthrax scare in my neighborhood...white powder in a envelope 3 doors down!...I asked a biologist what one could do in an outbreak of chemical or bio weapons. I'm thinking stuff like wet a cloth, stay near the floor...all that stop/drop/roll stuff from childhood.

No lie. His response was, "Take a deep breath."

Practical, yes, but yeeesh.

Debet can repair...um...blowdryers.

We'll need blowdryers for our Road Warrior hairdos....

We're assuming electricity in post-apocalytiverse?

Because, I am all over being able to wire plugs (thank you working lights in high school)

But if all we've got are things that run on batteries, then I'll be of much less use. And, I hate to say it, but there are better uses for batteries.

I'm really angry right now. I suppose I should be thankful that I have any medical insurance at all. Last year due to rising costs, they decided to go to one of those high-deductible plans and give us a health savings account to cover the first half the deductible, and no Flex Spending or cafeteria plan HSA to cover the employee's half. So if we had more than $1500 in medical expenses, it came out of our pockets. If we did not like the sound of that plan, we could choose to pay a higher premium and go with a plan that had co-pays and a lower deductible. I forgot about the deadline for last year's open enrollment, so they automatically stuck me in the basic, high-deductible plan. I have not been happy with the feeling that if I get really sick, I'm going to be screwed, so I have been looking forward to open enrollment time this year.

And here comes a letter in the mail from the home office, saying they are switching companies. They are also eliminating the option for the more expensive premium plan. AND this year, the half of the deductible they cover will be the second half. So I'm out of options. And really going to hurt each and every fucking time I need to see a doctor. AND really screwed anytime they want lab work.

I'm hoping the letter Windsparrow got was really incredibly wrong.