Maybe I'm tired.
It feels like mad, though I have nothing to be mad *for*.
I believe that all things work to the glory of God. And so sooner or later all this stuff is going to straighten itself out. And either I'll read the message that's scrawled for me, or I'll find the Scriptural equivalent of the horse's head in bed.
Maybe it's all just a way of saying 'don't get ahead of yourself.'