Remember, we're entering the fall harvest season, and our genetic grimlins are still being flipped on and screaming at us that time is short and we must gather all the nuts we can make while the sun dost yet shine, to mix metaphors, and paraphrase (badly) what someone(s) before me have oft said; pay that no more mind than you would any other hormonal fluctuation that was trying to have undue influence on your thoughts and actions.
Anyways. March 22. I vote minimal doom because we've already taken the biggest step off the cliff. BTW I commend us one and all for surviving the unprecedented turmoil that ripped us from our once familiar worlds. Not a small thing to have been hit with, and we done did good to get here.
I'm sure this evil mastermind has more in store for us, and ultimately we'll find ourselves in an even more absurd mash up of twilight zone episodes, but I don't think they'll have the impact the skin-sacs hope they will, because we've already had our security ripped from us, and whatever they come up with next will just be more of the same ole same ole, with ever diminishing returns.
Come march we'll be happier than ever, playing in our gardens, thinking of summer sunshine, waiting for our "free money" tax returns happy to be in that "free" season where we're "saving money" by not paying for heating, or cooling, in much of the nation. We are already at war, and even if it goes hot and loud and in our face, we're not yet going to see tanks rolling down the streets. The ever unending march towards twilight will remain obvious, but I have confidence in us that we'll keep doing what we've done to get this far: Living, loving and building bridges into the future.