Didn't make last night's meeting, too grim out there to walk and didn't think I could handle the attention ('How are you?', 'Well at least you're back', 'It'll click..') Or even worse, the lack of attention.
Didn't drink neither though, insomnia till 2.30 then noisy builders at 7.30.
Day 3, oscillating wildly, started happy enough, then my thought train went into self battery mode and I tortured myself with a selection of things I've done or said recently in drink.
Snapped out of it. Had a shower, bacon butty and started fantasizing about Bloody Mary's.
(I haven't had one in years, my diet's strictly 5% beer and wine.)
Meh!
I hope your first meeting went well Pixy.
Wibs, Tim and LB...'Nuff respect!!