My kids, bless their little hearts, asked me if the world
was really going to end today. I said, “No, honey. The Mayans just ran out of
fingers and toes to count on.”
This is actually a pretty egregious disservice to the
civilization that gave us 0, thereby screwing over millenia of math students,
but making binary coders blissfully happy.
Still, predicting Armageddon is getting to be a little
monotonous. I mean, as far back as I can remember, the end of the world has
come and gone at least eight times. But I still keep getting up in the morning. No cars
have mysteriously and suddenly lost their drivers in a cloud of glory.
Asteroids keep missing us. The moon is still in orbit.
Yep. Life goes on.
Nuts. I guess that means I’d better figure out what’s for
dinner tonight!
