But what prep work would that be exactly? Should we start digging a hole for a fallout shelter?
Oh, wait, we're only 20 inches above sea level--we're doomed if survival means we need to go underground.
I am feeling unsafe, and I do not like this feeling. It's been a long time since I felt worried about nuclear fallout and electromagnetic pulses. I had gotten used to fretting about sea level rise and very hot summers and what kind of world will today's children inherit.
I heard on NPR that some sources are upping estimates of how many warheads N. Korea has: 60. That could do a lot of damage, even if we're nowhere near Ground Zero.
On a plus side, geopolitical nuclear brinksmanship (and I use that gendered term on purpose) has left me with lots of inspiration for poems--one written this morning, at least 2 more in my head! And I wrote one yesterday too.
Yesterday was the kind of day that exhausts me as an administrator. Morning meetings with a variety of navigating of personalities to do, afternoon budget calculations--by the end of the day, my brain was quite frazzled.
Let me record my happiness that a student who was about to be withdrawn for excessive absences, a student who I had let come back to school even as I was warned about his absence history, a student I've been calling--he was in class last night.
I went home later than I anticipated, with a head that wasn't useful for much creative work. I decided I would sit in the sun and read one of my favorite post-nuclear apocalypse novels: War Day by Whitley Strieber and James Kunetka. You might think such a heavy book would be too much, but I found it oddly comforting reading.
What will today bring? Will we really go to war over Guam? I am hoping that we will all do as we have done in the past: walk back from the brink. I am not sure that the leader of the U.S. and the leader of North Korea are actually capable of backing down. This is not a situation that makes me rest easy.
Yesterday was the kind of day that exhausts me as an administrator. Morning meetings with a variety of navigating of personalities to do, afternoon budget calculations--by the end of the day, my brain was quite frazzled.
Let me record my happiness that a student who was about to be withdrawn for excessive absences, a student who I had let come back to school even as I was warned about his absence history, a student I've been calling--he was in class last night.
I went home later than I anticipated, with a head that wasn't useful for much creative work. I decided I would sit in the sun and read one of my favorite post-nuclear apocalypse novels: War Day by Whitley Strieber and James Kunetka. You might think such a heavy book would be too much, but I found it oddly comforting reading.
What will today bring? Will we really go to war over Guam? I am hoping that we will all do as we have done in the past: walk back from the brink. I am not sure that the leader of the U.S. and the leader of North Korea are actually capable of backing down. This is not a situation that makes me rest easy.
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