Good old Harold Camping is checking his calculations again.  He's the preacher who said the world would end on May 21.  When it didn't happen he said he made a mistake in the calculations.  He forgot to carry the 1, or something.

He's re-calculated and he's got it right this time.  It will all definitely come to an end tomorrow.

So, that does it.  No need to cover any plants.  Tonight's hard freeze won't make a damn bit of difference since there won't be any tomorrow.  Which means doing a load of laundry this morning will just be a waste of my valuable time.