We haven’t had rain here in Durham in a long time. A Long Time. We forget what it sounds like; we forget what it looks like. We are restricted on watering our lawns; we are restricted on washing our cars. We think twice about running the dishwasher. I have parked a pitcher under the bathtub faucet to catch the errant drips: that water can be used for something.
Bill was reflecting on this reality the other day. “What if this is the way it happens?” he said. “What if this is beginning of the end?”
This, I admit, is an Unsettling Thought. What a Slow Way To Go.
He continues: “Not a big bang or anything, just a cessation of rain. That and global warming will Shut Us Down. This could be how it begins.”
Food for thought. Thanks, Bill.
“But don’t worry,” he added. “We won’t die of thirst.”
Really?
“We’ll be killed in the Water Wars. Those will come first. They’ll precede the Ultimate End, when people expire of thirst. But we’ll die before that. We’ll die in the Wars.”
Oh. Of course. What a relief.
We did note that there’s a 30% chance of rain on Thursday. I’m keeping my fingers crossed.
