Hey, what happened?

We watched the blood moon last night as Earth passed between the moon and the sun. The moon turned red, just as astronomers said it would. Then we turned in.

We woke up this morning. The sun rose in the eastern sky — per usual — and we’re going to start our first day back from our two-week trek across Texas.

But … weren’t we told that the blood moon signaled the “end times”? That the world was coming to an end and that Jesus was returning to make all things good again?

I happen to be glad to have gotten up this morning to a bright new day. I’ll leave the end time hocus-pocus to others.

When my “end time” comes, it’ll sneak up on me sight unseen. I won’t see or hear it coming. That’s the way I believe it’s supposed to happen.

As for the blood moon, it sure was a pretty sight.