Apparently not. This Week's Sign That The Apocalypse Is Upon Us is really more of a sound. Since I don't have a recording, you'll have to settle for a description.
Emanating from our shower this morning was a full voiced, operatic version of O Holy Night. It was complete with the screeching ending – you know the one – "o niiiiiiiiiiight. . .(wait for it). . .DEE-VIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE. . .O night. . .O night divine. . ."
There was a moment of silence in which I could only hear the water running. Suddenly the silence was punctuated with giggles. Apparently she amused herself.
And I couldn't help but smile.