Reading Without Warning by John Birmingham. I do love the post-apocalyptic stuff, mostly because I can close the book and go back to reality. 

I suppose I wouldn't survive the type of cataclysmic event he writes about; I'm almost 60, I'm too comfy in my nice modern electrically powered life. I can drive anywhere, I can buy pretty much what I need to live.  I have a nice comfy middle class existence with a civil service job I go to every day. In short, I'm cannon fodder. 

Anyway, I'm off to Mom's today, for the weekend.  We'll do a few meals out and some shopping. I'll have dinner with the girls (Bonnie and Nancy) Sunday before I come home. A nice, relaxing weekend.  I'll get the oil changed, pick up four or five boxes from the storage to go through. Next week, I've got RUM stuff to get done, class schedules to call for, maybe a new form to test if the IT folks have it done.