I had my first iced latte of the season, after a nine mile run this morning, and it was heavenly. Which is a good thing because it’s about as close to heaven as I’m going to get today, if there is indeed a Rapture. Us Jews don’t make the cut. Once again, they’re keeping the Jews out of the country club. Don’t mind, this time, though.
I figured I’d write a final post to all my friends who will be playing harps or lounging on clouds or dining with virgins or whatever it is that happens in heaven, but then I realized, it’s really only about one or two of you. I’m pretty sure the rest of my readers are heathens (hi, Dad!).
For those one or two, have a safe trip. Don’t forget to wear a helmet while you’re learning how to use those wings. Try not to spill crumbs on those of us left here on Earth.
And for the rest of you, I’ll see you back here in a day or two. I’ll bring the martinis.