So now comes the test of endurance. Maybe as long as two weeks stuck in this apartment, except for two or three essential nearby outings, just feeling myself gradually disintegrate. It's going to be boring and tedious, and frustrating, I'm sure, unless something unexpected happens, and I have a hard time imagining anything unexpected happening that isn't disastrous, like one of those planes that flies over the neighborhood crashing on us, for example.
But then I suppose the Rapture might take place, and all my righteous neighbors will fall down dead and the rest of us run amok, looting their stuff, though given the heat we probably won't run very fast. We'd probably just run amok-ish, then find some shade to rest in until we got our strength back. But, honestly, I think the Rapture is even less likely than one of those planes crashing. Too bad, since I'd really like to nab a big screen TV from one o the dead neighbors and watch English people murdering one another. In my opinion the end of the world would not be too high a price to pay for that. I find that I really miss television, a lot. Especially when I'm stuck in the apartment.
