Wooo

As you know, the world did not end yesterday as predicted by the loony Harold Camping. However, when I went bedward about midnight, I discovered that the old battery-operated clock in my bed chamber had died at about 4:30 p.m. Nothing, not even a new battery, could resuscitate it.

I went into the other room to retrieve another battery-operated clock, one that plays Christmas songs if desired, as a replacement. Although seldom consulted, it had always been reliable. I found it running, but recording the time as 7 o'clock. Woooo. . . .

I put in the new battery I had tried previously, and fell into a fitful sleep. Sometimes coincidence can be eerie. At the moment, the clock and I are on the right time.