… my wife drives up screeching that there’s an alert on her iWatch saying there’s a ballistic missile heading our way.
“Why aren’t the sirens going off?” I ask.
We get home and I get on the web. Nothing. No news. Just more Trumpy crap. Her watch goes off again saying it’s all a mistake.
Then the phone starts ringing with people calling from the Mainland to see if we’re still alive. So much for a quiet Saturday morning. I’m gonna wash the windows.