Ugh

Slept very poorly last night, but what sleep I had included thois doozy of a dream: my wife was doing the GM smirk as I was explaining to Bec that both Ladegard and I had as yet failed to identify the temporal divergance point of the alternate history conspiracy game she was running. Before I could think too much about that we found scores of three-quarter inch diameter ticks crawling around the room that needed to be killed. Said room was some alternate version of our dining room, but part of an apartment that was over an abandoned gym, which the super - who was the project lead on ym current nightmare project at work - suspected was the source of the arachnid infestation.

The big question is: what's the temporal divergance point that would make my wife someone who would run alternate history conspiracy games? I suspect it would have to be sometime during the reign of King Richard, but I can't  be sure.