Hello, Is Anyone Here?

Sorry to stalk your dashes.  But I just got a text message from my 16-year-old son, who went home sick earlier this morning, that he crapped all over himself while laying in bed.  Ugh.  His words:  “Mom, I just shat myself.”

I feel like a doomsday cult has taken over Tumblr, and the “end of the world” is scheduled for December 17th.  I’m a born skeptic, and I regularly dismiss doomsday predictions in favor of the idea that they are indicative of the natural up-and-down of the collective psyche of whatever group is clamoring about the impending demise of life as we know it.  This is no different.  I imagine that December 18th will come and go, and most of the people I love and follow on here will still be here, posting like always, and that we’ll all just quietly adjust to the new “normal”.  I’m not sure if this is skepticism or pessimism, or both.  Maybe just realism.