Ever since we watched The Mist and other such films about the world ending, Greg’s been working on his zombie contingency plan. While I have continued to let this be one of Greg’s pet projects, I couldn’t help but notice some of the changes that were happening around the house.

I thought the cushions that came with the couch we bought were so hideous that I wanted to get rid of them. Somehow, they re-appeared out of storage and made their way back into the house. Now, they’ve migrated to the attic after a brief layover in the study room. When asked why they were back in the house, it was because, “if we need to hide out, we want to be comfortable.”

Another day, our building shut off the water to do some maintenance and we used bottled water that day. After the water was turned back on, I had noticed several bottles were missing. I found them later on stashed away under Greg’s sink behind bottles of Clorox.

The baseball bat that lived under our bed for the longest time was replaced with a heavy duty and more accessible Magnalite flashlight. Apparently, someone “couldn’t get to the baseball bat fast enough.”

Greg recently went to a firing range with some web buddies. (Geeks Love Guns, they called themselves.) He suddenly decided now was the time to prioritize learning how to shoot. And where he had never before shown interest in my martial arts, he was suddenly supportive of the fact that I took up boxing.

While I’m really glad that Greg is taking an initiative in learning survival skills, I’m just wondering if I’ve missed some signs of the apocalypse, particularly in the past few months. If the world is ending, will someone please let me know?