I guess that all the media hype about an apocalypse has --- unbelievably, yet again --- come to naught. Either that, or the Doctor saved us yet again.
Back to taking our continually-saved-from-the-brink-of-annihilation lives for granted!
This post's theme word is myoclonic. That moment when you're nearly asleep and jerk awake is called a myoclonic jerk. I thought the End Times had come, but it was merely a myoclonic jerk... and what a jerk!