Honestly, I'm getting tired of people dying around me. A gentleman that I hardly knew passed on last Friday morning. But despite the very tertiary relationship we had I was still quite upset. There was a nice memorial service for him yesterday. I couldn't believe how many people were there.
Maybe I won't have to worry for too long. A TV special on Bible "codes" the other night predicted that the current "roadmap for peace" in Israel is signalling the beginning of the end. After it's signed then there's seven years until the Glorious Appearing. Don't we have to have the Rapture first, though? Well, not if you're Catholic, I guess. I'm pretty confident I'd be called Home in the first round (so to speak), but I'm not sure how I'd handle it if I weren't.
A sure sign it's going to happen is if I win the lottery. I actually played this week. Not sure what the jackpot is ... wait ... let me check ... okay, $26 million. Wouldn't that be nice?
Can't think of too much else to write. Maybe after I visit the little boys room. Nothing like a little inspiration, huh? Peace & Prayers.