100 days
I am a hundred days sober. What is great is that I wouldn't have noticed if someone hadn't asked last night. For the first month I clung to my day counter obsessively, checking it pointlessly several times a day, willing the time to pass and the number to tick up. However, over the last two months as my head has come up out of the mire, other things have simply got in the way. Friends, hobbies, excercise, work; you know, life.
I have no idea if I will drink tomorrow, but for today I have other plans.