Supposedly the world was going to end at 6 p.m. Saturday — 6 p.m. no matter what time zone you were in (saving a lot of bothersome math).
Given the impending demise of the planet, I realize I should have been, say, frantically reading “King Lear” while listening to Beethoven’s Ninth and eating mint-chip ice cream, but in reality I was on my computer reading about Looney Tunes and drying a load of laundry.
What were you doing when the world ended?