Today — on the date some Christians predict the Rapture will happen, believers will enter heaven and non-believers will be left behind until the world officially ends October 21 — we decide to hammer out the dates for a family vacation. Which puts us in the ranks of the nonbelievers, or at least nonbelievers based on the predictions of Christian author Harold Camping.

When I was a kid I worried a lot about the end of the world, a result of strict Catholic schooling and an overactive imagination. But since then I’ve fretted about all sorts of other things — from finishing my homework and finding a job (when I was younger) to the myriad concerns of raising children, which if you’re looking for things to worry about, are pretty much unlimited.

What keeps us sane, what keeps us going, is making plans anyway. Lighting the candle in the darkness, that sort of thing. It’s the only way to go.