As  I drove down Johnson Drive, I encountered a roadblock. “Dang!” I said outloud, turning my car to the right.  And then – wham — kind of like the V8 commercial, I told myself, “Technically, girlfriend, that was complaining!”

Oh, mama mia!  Now I’m my own Enforcer.  Remember that show — The Equalizer — the spooky Brit in the trenchcoat who made things come out right for the hapless and the helpless?  Well, I guess I’ve taken over my own Equalizing, monitoring myself so that my karma doesn’t cross paths with my dogma.

Yikes!  Ohh well!  Nobody said this would be easy!!!!