As I sit at my keyboard in the early morning hours of a Sunday morning in January of the year 2025 and anticipate the coming sunrise many thoughts float through my head. At the top is the predicted coming snowpocalypse with a little ice added in for good measure. For the last few days the prognosticators have preached the end of the world as we know it. If they are to be believed we will be first covered in a layer of ice and then smothered with a deep layer of fluffy white snow and preserved for future archaeologists to study our remains and hypothesis how we lived. They will be puzzled at first as they discover clutched in our hands what appears to be an electronic device which they rightly assume means a lot to us by the way our fingers are tightly wrapped around it. On further excavation in the area around us they will find what appears to be a stash of several milk jugs along with many loaves of bread, frozen in time. They will assume with the evidence in front of them that we must have all lived or worked on a dairy farm and grew wheat as our main crop for sustenance and given up eating meat.

While I would love to ramble on some more I must go check on my milk and bread supply and who knows, maybe after the ice starts to coat the world I may fire up my pick up and venture out to see if its as slick as they say.