Gæð a wyrd swa hio scel

I'm sitting in a coffee shop right now. I've been here a couple times in the past week. Last Saturday a guy from the community theater came in, handing out flyers and asking everybody "will you come see Pippin the musical?" Well, he just came in again, and now I have two flyers for Pippin the musical. It feels as if I'll be guilty of some grave impiety if I don't go see this production.

A few weeks ago, when I was leaning over the sink to spit out my toothpaste, my crucifix necklace caught on the counter. The chain snapped as I brought my head up and it fell to the linoleum, but the crucifix disappeared. It literally disappeared. I looked everywhere for it, but there was nowhere where it could have gone. It vanished like Rumpelstiltskin. There's no scientific explanation for it.

What does that mean? What does anything mean? I don't know, but I can almost feel the air around me crackling with pregnant events. There is some great convergence ahead of me: will I encounter it at Pippin the musical?

Is this a deeply stupid and superstitious blog post? Perhaps.