I’m not all-powerful, just mostly so. I can’t control everything. Sometimes, the vortices of mischief I create are so strong that they have unintended consequences. My mischief this week, having a little fun with church song sheets and religious articles catalogs, is a good example. The interaction of my mischief and the power of Sigyn’s faith was apparently explosive enough to alter the fabric of space-time completely, blowing my diary entry for today clear back into yesterday. Until I figure out what went wrong, I don’t dare write a long post today, only to have it likewise disappear. There were two posts yesterday–go back and read whichever is your favorite and pretend it’s something new.