Seeing red

Of course the apocalypse would come while Skip was away. This is what I was thinking at 6am today. A thick cloud of red dust had enveloped the city and I awoke to a room filled with an orange glow. The girls slept in as it was so dark - that in itself is a rare occurrence.

I did the sensible thing, of course, and grabbed the bub and ran outside to see what on earth was going on. I then rang Skip and gurgled to him incoherently about the 'end of world' and 'a Martian invasion'. Once sanity prevailed and the dust started to blow away, I realised that when the four horsemen ride up my street, I'll be the one standing on the street screaming like a bad extra in one of those 'end of the world' flicks.

I would like to think that when Judgement Day dawns I'll be playing it cool, but  I know that wont be. I'll be begging, pleading, yelling. Generally hysterical.

Oh well, it was kinda nice having a little bit of a dress rehearsal. The chance to star in my own sci-fi flick as I stared up at a blood red sky in my jammies.

Hope you're all breathing a little easier.