The end was near.

I didn't think that today would be that good of a day, but actually maybe it's not that bad at all.  After a hassle of a morning, I came back to the luxury of the studio and was arranging the new books on my bookshelf- you see, I bought another twenty books last week and I had to order them.  While I was doing so (seated on the ground), I felt some shaking, which I thought in silence must be me fainting.  Once and then twice, and my thoughts ran to:

All these material possessions around me are worthless.
This building will fall to the ground and with me in it.
Is this the end?  And, if so, I have not done much with my life.
Too late now.

After having these rapidfire thoughts, I then turned around to my partner (who was cutting a coat/jacket, the third such one in three weeks) and it was confirmed that I was not fainting and there was indeed something happening.  I raced to the terrace to see if anything was happening, but everything looked the same.  My neighbor, who happened to be at home today, checked the TV, as I do not have one and he reported back that it was indeed the aftershock of an earthquake some states away.

But how interesting it was, this being only the second time I have experienced an earthquake (the first, in Los Angeles many years ago, was nothing).  It takes moments like these to spring the mind and the heart into action.  Other thoughts along these lines.

I leave you with an image of the Stein (1 litre mug) of beer I had last week.  Cheers.

And might I add, "And one for the road,"