and by chance a

Not my fault there's nothing from yesterday. Between air travel, mulfunctioning high-speed connection, and then the whole thing being down last night, I call a mulligan (note: I have always wanted to use this in conversation, regardless of the level of appropriateness).

Yesterday's Rev reading made me smile at the level of detail-orientedness and randomness of God. 8:1 mentions a moment of silence that lasts a random half an hour. 9:10 discusses scorpions with the ability to hurt men for a random five months. Half an hour? Five months?

Love it.