Judgment Day is a Disappointment. Happy Birthday Dula

It's 5:30 pm on Judgment Day and we're still sipping wine on the deck here. We have yet to receive our judgments, and I'm somewhat disappointed that the worst I've seen today is the unfortunate demise of several bugs on my windshield. At least all of a sudden it's summer. It's also Dula's birthday today, so if the Apocalypse is coming it should probably hit before cake and coffee or I'll be pretty sore.
I wonder who actually made money on this Judgment Day stuff, anyway. I mean, besides the newspapers.
I'm spending this weekend relaxing and planning my next step. Next week will be a big one, and this summer will be busy. There's a big picture to worry about, and time just keeps running whether I move along or not. One foot in front of the other, and the only true reality right now is that I'm here and my legs are moving. I don't want to give too much away, but that holds more relevance right now than any othet analogy I could give.