Tick tock
And I'm not talking about the app
It’s early morning, and the dark sky out our east-facing window, which showcases one of the most spectacular sunrises, will still be dark for a couple more hours. My husband is up earlier than normal, getting ready for work, and I’m grinding beans in preparation of our morning coffee.
I'm a coffee snob, he informs me.
I do prefer a freshly pressed coffee, and he benefits from my refined taste. Personally, I feel he’s winning on this gamut of my neurotic personality and discerning palate.
Hubs likes to watch the news in the mornings, so I turn on the TV.
Now I know in my last newsletter, I was spewing my need and dedication to an overall withdrawal from news and social media, or at the least limiting my intake to a manageable level. Whatever that is. I’m still trying to find the happy medium of staying informed yet not emotionally tormented by acts of extremists, political psychopaths and war.
I talk like I’m weaning myself off of some sort of addictive street drug. Mind you, in the grand scheme of things, some would argue that that’s not far off from what I’m managing here.
I look up at the TV, and there it is, the headline scrolling across my screen with a video for good measure.
The Doomsday Clock is now 89 seconds to midnight.
Pardon? What the hell does that even mean? It’s like a train wreck, and now I can’t look away. I’m perplexed and completely engaged.
Help me; I am weak.
Also annoyed that someone decided to thwart my peaceful morning just to notify me of this end-of-humanity bullshit. Who determines the legitimacy of this clock? How accurate is it really? Why even start the clock? Some things are just best left unknown.
Is there nothing newsworthy nor tragic enough that has happened in the last 12 hours, some asshole decided- “Hey, wait a minute.. isn’t there a doomsday clock counting down mankind’s demise? Where’s that at? We should check it.”
Whoever is creating these headlines needs to seriously rethink their service to humanity.
And because I began writing this emotional tirade before confirming and educating myself on its authenticity and accuracy, I’m going to Google It
Thank you, World News, for educating me on the 89 seconds to the Doomsday Clock. Like Trump’s inauguration and recent antics on humanity aren’t enough trauma to kick off the next 4 years. Now, we have to deal with thoughts of impending doomsday scenarios.
What the hell, maybe it does all go hand in hand.
“Consequently, we now move the Doomsday Clock from 90 seconds to 89 seconds to midnight—the closest it has ever been to catastrophe.” - Bulletin of the Atomic Scientists Editor, John Mecklin
Some more info as you sip your coffee
Doomsday Clock
Is it just me?
Ladies, and maybe some men, but mostly ladies- because excessive hair on the female face and body is still unacceptable within the realms of our society.
Does anyone feel like hair removal is a part-time job? And I’m not even aggressively hairy in comparison to hairy people's standards. Between my chin and bikini line, I’m exhausted.
Eating protein is my full-time job as directed by the women over 50 police, and also exhausting.
Q:Is there going to be enough hair removal products and protein to get me through the end of the world as we know it?
Asking for a friend.
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Hi there, I’m Tam Dayle, born and raised on the Canadian prairies.
I’m a super proud mom of two grown men. And my life would not be complete without our three unruly dogs that rule the roost.
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