I don’t know about you, but I wasn’t expecting the world to end today.
Of course, I spent the day (while watching over a steadily improving but still sick dog) watching The Last Man on Earth and finishing The Last Policeman by Ben H. Winters. So it’s not like I didn’t have apocalypse on the brain at least a little bit.
The movie wasn’t great. I like Vincent Price, as well as the novel on which the movie is not too unfaithfully based. But it’s a little too slow and then drags near the end. (The more recent Will Smith version is even less faithful, but it turned out to be one of my favorite movies of 2007. I may have been alone in that.)
The book, on the other hand, was pretty great. My thanks to Heather for recommending it. I started out just kind of liking it — it’s gone a killer premise, but also a likable and engaging narrator — when the mystery at the heart of the novel really kicked into gear, I just couldn’t put it down. I read the last two thirds of it just today, just finishing a few minutes ago actually, and enjoyed it quite a bit.
Oh, and somewhere along the day, I finished decorating the tree. Well, except for a few ornaments we’ve left for my sister, when she and her husband visit for Christmas. But it was starting to look silly, this fake tree just sitting there, nothing on it.
I think the holiday season has officially begun.