My dear grandmother, the G-woman, talks about the "Cross-Eyed Bear" that she has known in her life. Change is a cross-eyed bear, too. Sometimes you make careful plans and you have months or years to wait and prepare. Sometimes the god of b'hai-bahaha sneaks up on you while you're worshipping all peacefully at St. Mattress and just drops a big smacking surprise right in your lap.
This time, I think it was the latter.
Shell shocked.
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