High Noon

Except not high, & a few mins. post-noon. Awake & forced to leave the bunker pre-noon due to confirmed reports of Soviet troops in the eastern suburbsbedbug genocide. (Note: Get used to them. They aren't going anywhere. Soviet troops, not so much.) We tried to get these pre-noon, but when you get right down to it, what's the rush? Hey, it isn't another polluted fucking sunset, is it? (Those come later.)

Does this society value beauty (or anything)?

Also: Went to the library hoping to have these on the iNternet prior to 1300 ... Library Wi-Fi worth every penny.

Guessing/assuming nothing important or interesting happened in our absence; it never does (Absent or not.)