There are forty-five minutes left of 12/21/12.  I may be going out on a limb but it looks like the Mayans were wrong suckas.  I hope I don't eat my words.  Last night, just before picking up Jerry from the train, I decided to call my mom just in case.  I told her a quick thank you and I love you, just to cover my bases.  Jer, Ella, Viv and I huddled in to watch the snow fall outside of our favorite noodle place.  I figured if this was the eve of the last day on Earth, hell if I'm cooking.  So we ate ramen.  This morning, I have to admit, I paused to make sure the sun did not turn black like sackcloth.  It did indeed rise and I did indeed need to go to work.  The girls found their way into our beds and we lingered.  Although it may not have been the end of the world for most, the news that cousin Allyn's flight would be delayed until Sunday night was the end of the world for our four year old (she'd say, four and eleven-twelfths...not that she's counting).  We now sadly add three more days to our count-down until their arrival.  Here's to a new era, unchartered Mayan territory.  Whee!