cunning, baffling, patient
4 weeks today and aside from slight evening craves, I seem to be doing alright! Yipee for that. Some interesting mental wars with alcohol though. Just before I got on the sober train, I found a fantastic sale at Vons in San Diego (I split my time between NY and SD). Scotch, vodka, champagne all at great prices. Guess who bought about 6 bottles plus five bottles of wine. Under normal circumstances, no problem, but given alcoholism and single apartment living in SD....probably not the best thing. Well, then comes the sobriety band wagon.
CUNNING: I am too cheap to throw away, and certainly cant bring into work or give away to good friends in SD....it is too much money.
Baffling: I guess I am better off staring at a fridge full of great boos to stay sober.
PATIENT: You haven't cracked yet, but you will and I will be right here waiting for you.
Fortunatley my wife and kids came out to visit. My wife astutely pointed out the recipe for disaster, so we decided to pickup some bubble wrap and boxes to ship the boos back to NY. We landed last night in NY without the slightest scratch of a bottle....resilient little suckers!
Plus Side: We did Christmas eve at my in-laws, today at our house and the 28th at my parents. We have a bunch of boos to keep everybody merry.....(says the alcoholic).
Funny enough, I seem to do just fine when it is staring me smack in the face. I cant tell if that is my fortitude and will power, or if the cunning/baffling/patient is rearing its ugly head.