Please, God, save us from this terrible storm -- oh, never mind, it's just stopped!
-- traditional prayer
Good night, Westley. Good work. Sleep well. I'll most likely kill you in the morning.
-- the Dread Pirate Roberts
Just yesterday, I posted on how Tooth Fairy Chen (Taiwan's dentist-turned-health-dictator) had broken his promise of a month ago and decided to mandate birdemic pecks for people like me. This obviously prompted some pretty serious praying on my part, and promises of the same from some of my readers.
Well, lo and behold, the very next day, the Tooth Fairy, exhibiting the flightiness so characteristic of his species, changed his mind. I can now get pecked or continue with the weekly charade of an easy-to-fake* DIY test -- which is how things already stood anyway. Of course he could just as easily change his mind back again tomorrow, but for now things are back as they were a few days ago.
And I am left feeling that I ought to feel absolutely certain that this was an intervention of God's in answer to my prayers and those of others, but in fact able to offer only the uncertain prayer, "Thanks -- if that was you, I mean." I have still not resolved to my satisfaction the issues raised in my post "Shining Buddha problems."
Anyway, my sincere thanks for the prayers of those who prayed, regardless of whether or not those petitions affected the outcome.
* Just sayin'. I would obviously never encourage my readers to do anything of which Google would disapprove.