Throughout the ages, people have forecasted the end of days in various ways. In some distant corners of the globe, oracles smoked opium and foretold of the end of the world. Contemporary scholars count the number of letters in the Bible and divined when the world would cease to exist. They’ve all been wrong.
If my weather station is to be trusted, though, we’re in big trouble after Tuesday:
False alarm. Or maybe I saved the world.
The wireless transponder had come unplugged.