Well about to make a full week for the first time in years and years. I feel good and I hate it at the same time. Can't help thinking more than "one day at a time." Am I really ever not going to do what I have done and enjoyed (mostly) forever? Seems both impossible and unwanted. Yet I also know why I am trying - drinking vodka out of the bottle when no one is looking or at 10 am is not in any way normal. I should have used "rock and a hard place" as my screen name. Uggghhhb.