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I’m not going to say that I see omens everywhere.

Or that I’m superstitious. I’m not.

I’m rather hard headed – as you’ve probably figured out. I don’t give up easily. I’m not going to have a headstone, but if I did it would say: She never gave up.

However, there are times when I think God or the Universe is trying to get my attention.

For example, this morning.

The very nice plumbers are here installing another PRV. Stanley is in his halter, barking like mad (he’s going into the backyard when they come into the house), so working is a little difficult. I have this project I want to finish before January 15th, but it requires a lot of focus.

I don’t have that right now.

So, I wrote this very long blog post that segued into a rant. I was all ranty and foaming at the mouth. I pontificated. I was on my soapbox.

I accidentally erased the whole thing.

I don’t know how I did it. I’m using a different blog editor from WordPress’s default editor so I’m still working out the kinks. I went back, recreated it as well as I could and lost the second version.

That was pretty much a slap in the face.

It was like someone was saying: It’s Karen Ranney, not Karen Ranty.

How much you wanna bet I don’t lose this post? (I didn’t, so message received.)