Today is the day after Rapture and here I sit sipping my morning coffee, gnawing at my detested sugarless oatmeal cookies, and writing this blog. Nothing happened. No one I know disappeared off the face of the Earth. Harold Camping got it wrong — again. So life goes on. I’m still going to have to try to stick to a healthy diet, force myself to exercise, and deal with the rantings of teenage daughters.
Ah, well. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do with all the free-time I would have had anyway! 
A little entertainment is in order, brought to you by TheThinkingAtheist:
Advertisement
