I will have had a bagel, that morning when the world ends. My usual, toasted rye with cream cheese. So I won’t be hungry, that morning when the world ends.

I will have a wife, young and sassy, but she will be away on business, that morning when the world ends. I haven’t met her yet, but I can see her. Hair short and stylish, a color between brown and red so that when the sun catches her you can see the fire in her. When I do meet her, when I do marry her, will I try to keep her home? Will that prevent the end? Or can I change that detail, so that she will be home and I will have to watch her die, that morning when the world ends.

Better to enjoy the present. Better to savor the past and those small joys the future will provide before that morning when the world ends. Better to love her, even though she brings the end. I can’t wait to meet her.