The zombies almost got us on the way home from a 10 km hike, but I managed to fight them off with a stick. Other than the hordes of undead, it was a wonderful day with my wife. The weather was perfect - sunny, not too hot, the bugs were scarce and a nice breeze was there to cool us off when needed. I had to push her up a few hills, but we made it home alive and that's all that matters. Then we visited Indian friends in Hamilton. I love Indian food, especially the home-made stuff we had today. Big thanks to our hosts.
However, the rapture itself was a lot more painful than I expected. Oh wait, it wasn't a rapture, it was just a bowel movement. Maybe Harold Camping can get it right next time. Third time's the charm.
Peace.
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