Okay, I have to stop watching the History Channel. How’d I spend my night last night? Why, watching a documentary about different ways the End of the World As We Know It could happen. And it got me thinking apocalyptic thoughts. I was still thinking apocalyptic thoughts when my mom called. 

When I was little, we’d always have a place to meet up if we got separated. We live in different states now, so in my highly paranoid state of mind, I thought that we should have a plan in case civilization collapsed and we couldn’t communicate with each other.

“Mom, if there’s ever a nation-wide catastrophic event and we don’t have a way to get in touch with each other, just stay where you are. I’ll make my way back home to Illinois.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I just thought we should have a plan.”

“A plan for what?”

“Like, if an electromagnetic pulse wiped out all our electronics and the country descended into chaos.”

“What?”

“Well, we couldn’t use our cell phones to call each other, and our laptops would be fried. Maybe all car batteries too. So it would be hard to find each other.”

“Oh honey, I’d come find you!” my mom says reassuringly.

“No, see! That’s why we need the plan!”