rolling rapture

If the world ends tonight at 6:00 PM, my family will be swept in the rapture.  We’re taking our pets with us and going on a long vacation, because that’s the way we’ll want it to be.

As happy as that thought might be, somehow I refrained from calling my boss an old meanie, or giving up my work-plans for Monday.  I’ve just got this gut feeling that the only people who will disappear this weekend are Harold Camping and his friends, who will need to figure out where their math went wrong – this time.