 And I wanted to go one day without talking about the apocalypse. Like, that was her thing, and it was also a reason for her not having kids. I logged into her Amazon account by accident one day, and there was a flare gun, a map of the Hudson River, and a raft, which led to a really heated discussion about not if the rapture was nigh, but where, in our Brooklyn apartment, she thought we were going to put a goddamn raft...