Well, thank Christ that didn't happen! It's quite nice to be on the other side of an apocalyptic prediction.
Here we are one day away from Christmas, a time when glitter is finding its way to unusual places (and will continue to do so for many months to come); and pork crackling is being coveted at disturbing proportions.
I get a funny kind of feeling this time of year; a mental itch that maybe I haven't done enough - for myself, for others. As the year is skidding to a close, I remember all the things I should have done, the changes I should have made - and I feel guilt, and fear.
All I can hope for tomorrow is that it is spent mindfully - that while I open presents, my mind isn't wandering to the days ahead; that as I eat delightful Christmas foods, I won't be thinking about the many ways I need to change myself. Just for tomorrow - may there be peace of mind.
And for the lovely nine, who support me from afar, a Merry Christmas to you. May you be right where your hearts wish to be, and may you and yours be blessed beyond measure.