So, I wake up and The Mighty Finn McCool's whining. He wants to go out to pee. The faintest hint of light is in the eastern sky. The stars are still overhead. Some clouds have moved in and it looks like it'll be overcast, at least part of the day. The earth still smells sweet after the rain and I can hear the soft roar of the far away surf in the morning silence.
The world, in all it's miraculous glory. . . is still here. WTF??? According to dear Reverend Camping (who, Mother Jones Magazine reports, has amassed $75 million from his faithful followers (WHAT?? $75 million??? Clearly, I'm in the wrong business.), the world was supposed to end today. Absolutely, positively. Bible and The Rev Camping's numerology said so.
Yet here it still is, world without end, amen, in all its wonderous stubborn persistent glory.
So, you might as well have a nice day.