Was about to go to bed last night when a thunderstorm started outside. A thunderstorm in the middle of January?!
Thought, “Oh Lordy, it’s Armageddon.”
Whenever there’s any weather anomaly, that’s my first automatic thought. Have Al Gore to thank for that. After all, if it weren’t for Al Gore’s efforts to terrorize the world with his global warming charts and monotone warnings about melting polar ice caps, I might still have rational thoughts about the causes of weird weather. (News flash, Al — ice melts. That’s what ice does. You can’t claim to discover that fact AND the internet, too. That’s just greedy.)
Out of morbid curiosity, decided to inspect my pantry to gauge how long I could survive on its contents, in case the thunder and lightning were, in fact, signs that the 4 Horsemen were answering Al Gore’s call. Contents of pantry (largely condiments and canned tomatoes) failed to promise more than a few days of survival. Disappointing.
Bag of dog food sitting at far end of kitchen floor caught my eye. (Yes, I’m going there.) Suddenly found myself wondering how long I could survive on 10 lbs of dog food when one of my dogs trotted into the kitchen. He looked at me, then looked at his bag of dog food, then eyed me with suspicion. I shrugged and said: “Survival of the fittest, Duncan. It’s nature’s law, not mine.” Continue reading