Are You Trying To Tell Me Something?

After completing my two week cleanse via the book I found while walking Belle, I was debating about whether or not to keep alcohol off-limits for a while.
Last night was a late night working but some somehow I got up for Bikram –– bolstered by the fact that my friend Jennifer was teaching –- and returned home for two client calls in a row and a conference call with a publisher about the novel.
Afterwards, I felt that Belle had more than earned a beach walk –– which was terrific –– and afterward as I pulled up to check my mail, I was musing whether or not I should swing by Trader Joe’s for a snack and an evening bottle of wine when –– to my surprise –– it seems I now have a subscription to the Wine Spectator.
I don’t now if this is just a weird random thing –– I totally did NOT subscribe –– or if the Universe has made its position clear:  a little vino is in the cards.
[FYI, my favorite psychic Edgar Caycle felt that red wine was a blood building FOOD –– not a drink.  And who am I to argue with that, really?]
Basically, you just have to listen when the Universe sends you a magazine subscription to clarify its Divine Position on things.