Stephanie Gayle

Today, in the car, bracing for impact (as you do every day in a car in the Boston area where people drive as if blind) I said, "Damn! I meant to look up the seven plagues of Egypt!"

The very handsome boyfriend asked why. A reasonable question. I said, "For a project." That's shorthand for I don't wish to discuss my nascent writing idea yet.

So he said, "Frogs and locusts and um..."
I knew the frogs and locusts. It was the other five that eluded me. "Famine," I said.
"No," he said.
"You're right. I'm thinking of the four horsemen of the apocalypse."
And so it went. Eventually we gave up.

So I came home and discovered via the tubes of the internets that there were ten plagues of Egypt. Wow.
The other plagues were: water to blood, lice, flies, dead cattle, boils, thunder and hail, darkness, and death of all the firstborns. I tell you that Old Testament God had one mighty temper. Makes Naomi Campbell look weak, though don't tell her I said that.

Anyway, I'm no longer sure my "project" such as I envisioned will work, but hey, I learned something new!
Something I might remember for the next few days, though don't count on it.