How to Survive the End of the World

I had two horrible jobs hanging over my head that I needed to accomplish before school starts. Yesterday, since it rained all day, I managed one of them: I turfed out, sorted, cleaned, and re-stacked my pantry and all my kitchen cupboards, including the monster that is the under the sink cupboard. However, this time, some of the scariest stuff was in the pantry - I chucked some stuff out that had a best before date of 2008. I'm not sure that was entirely sensible, because when this comes:




maybe we would be needy and desperate enough to eat it. By the way, that is a Zombie Attack.

I tend to avoid such movies, and indeed, even straightforward disaster movies, because they make me worry about what I would do in that situation. Mainly because I have kids.



The Day After Tomorrow starring one of my favorite actors, Dennis Quaid, was just such a film: I was awake long after it had finished working out my Plan for survival. The Plan involves the pantry and every single duvet in the house, so it's a good thing it's now clean and tidy. The Key to Life is anticipation and organization.

So then housework is more intrinsically important to the longterm survival of the human race than I had at first considered, which kind of makes the everyday drudgery of it seem a leetle bit more worthwhile.