morning
Well, it's a quiet as a church here in the secular forum, so thought I'd check in...
I was walking down the street yesterday morning. It was grey, raining, blustery, I had a zillion stupid little things to do - pick up a package that arrived while I was away, get a few groceries, buy a gift for someone, have someone take a look at my bike, bulk-buy my favorite mints [this is how little it gets...] since the manufacturer has stopped making them and they are disappearing off the shelves of the stores, call my mother, call my sister, write a note to an acquaintance who's husband is ill...
And I felt the wind and the bits of rain on my face, and realized I was enjoying all these little tasks, just the day-to-day stuff. I wasn't hungover, I knew where I was the night before, I hadn't woken up in hospital or jail, I didn't have any strange cuts or bruises. I had no reasons to jump for joy, but no great problems either.
Sober life - in a way, it's no big deal. In a way, that's the point.