I need to make a decision about tomorrow.
As has been so evident the past few days, weeks, months, years… well, as has become ever more evident, I have made many decisions that have turned out not just wrong but cataclysmically wrong.
Recently I acquired a bunch of “magic coins,” double-sided half-dollars in which heads always turns up.
I had thought this would be a good solution… but such coins require knowing the right way to phrase the question. And amidst a flurry of latter day revelations (as an aside: may we be a long, long way off from getting to Revelation 6:12 or Ray Stantz’s 7:12), it’s clear I’m very poor at phrasing anything, question or otherwise.
The dark fatalism that has fallen over me like an iron curtain of yore has me thinking I might as well just toss a legit coin to make the decision.
Thus, we flip it. Flip it real good.
