Something scary happened today: For the first time, and I mean this literally, for the first time in over 5 years of married life, Anja wanted a cup of tea ... and I didn't.
I love good-old English tea with milk and sugar (it's the only real tea, by the way. All of the herbal teas originate from the shores of the primordial chaos)
The Rapture Index jumps up three points as a result of these shocking events. This in turn means that my Enochian loins are really rather concerned, so I'll make sure to wear my asbestos underpants for the next few weeks.