…and I feel fine. Seriously, except for a few clouds outside, the day is pretty nice. And even though at one point my dog nearly destroyed my place chasing after the cat, the day has been very uneventful. It has been several months since his failure in May and since that time Camping has warned that, while he was wrong about the date, he was right about the event. He just has to tweak his eisegesis a bit more and BAM!, October 21. So the world (well, okay, this is an exaggeration) waited to see if the followers of Camping would go up to heaven on the revised date 9f October 21. We are not well into midday and, lo and behold, not a single rapture.