Good morning/afternoon/evening/night weekenders.
A rainy Thursday begins in New England.
I think I will plan out my day.
I just sent a lengthy text to an 88-year-old (healthy) friend, who is very nervous. (In contrast, my 96-year-old friend, also healthy, is taking this health scare in stride -- "We've all gotta go sometime, but meanwhile we gotta live fully, not in fear.")
For us here in SobeRlandia, living "fully" means, first, soberly. Then we can take on each day's challenges as they come, without the fog of a hangover and guilt clouding our perspective.
"I think, therefore I am."
I am what? I think I am ready to live, sober.