Well, here we are, ten days to go. I’m all set, made all my preparations, I’m good to go.
I talked to all my adult kids, made peace with any issues we had. I took out a $500M loan from a loan shark to ensure my cabin in steerage on one of the arks stowed in the Himalayas, booked my flight to get there. I’m not too worried about the loan shark :-) . Harold Camping was old and wise, but the Mayans, they were older and that was a smart group. I’m not worried about the fact they don’t exist anymore, they built that great place.
It amazes me, yet brings me great relief that more people aren’t on board with this. There’s not enough room in the arks as it is. Yet the writing is on the wall, or the stone, if you will. How can people ignore it, it says so, right there. Well, I for one am not about to ignore it. My house is sold, my bags are packed, gave my dog to my friend (the one I didn’t tell about the ark). We have a party planned the day before I leave for my (ahem..) Peace Corps trip (didn’t want to cause any consternation) so I don’t leave behind any food perishables. It’s good, I’m set, looking forward to the wonderful world that will be after the water subsides…….
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