Change of plans

Last night, I finally found out what maybe Pecker was referring to. After 30 minutes of whining, I came up with this:

Maybe = Likely = 50/50

After 5 minutes more of whining (Pecker was being very patient, but was falling asleep), I finally concurred:

Prayer (for a miracle) + Sleep - Whining = Good Possibility

In any event, the planetary alignments have threatened to throw me off the face of the earth if I so much as whimper.

There is a reason, they say, for the mental anguish of waiting.