The Road --Winter
Currier & Ives,
Bridgeman Art Library.
I awake to find my small world under a snow globe this morning. The steady gentle fall turns the light from my Lantern Waste street lamp into a soft golden haze. Beyond is the encircling, silent dark.
Apparently, a good half of the continent is under a Storm Watch. The driving blizzard winds will come later and the speeding rumble of plows; but for now, my world is surrounded by tranquility.
Did you believe that sometime the acceptance of a manuscript depended on the toss of a coin? Think again. The Canadian Medical Association Journal reveals in a Yahoo report that "coin tosses can be rigged."
The CMAJ's annual report on quaint studies also indicate that "quarantine and cure would only delay the inevitable spread of a zombie outbreak."
(Another good reason to keep road salt by my front stoop.) And they have a mathematical model to prove it.
And last night I received a call informing me I had been selected by Ma Bell to receive a free cell phone, a hundred free minutes, etc., etc. -- if I would only provide -- for verification purposes only, you understand -- my SIN number or, failing that, my credit card number. Riiiight.
The zombies haven't gotten my brains yet. I didn't even have to toss a coin.