The world is supposed to end at 6 PM today, according to a self-promoting sectarian.
Last night, Mrs. Ichabod asked, "What if we wake up on Sunday?"
Today I was having a terrible time publishing on Blogger and also in sending Tweets. I said, "Blogger is really bogged down right now."
My wife said, "Well, it's the last day."
I am wiping the tears from my eyes - from laughing.