Sittin in the morning sun,
We’ll be sittin’ when the evening come,
Watching the ships roll in,
And we’ll watch ’em roll away again, yeah,
We’re sittin’ on a log off the bay,
Watching the tide roll away, ouh,
We’re just sittin’ on a log off the bay,
Wasting time.

Or something like that.

Out for an autumn walk, blissfully unaware an asteroid was hurtling towards us today. Had we known our chance of survival was only 99.59%, we may have donned protective hard hats.