If you put the the last three nights' sleep together, I don't think I have gotten even one night's sleep. I am tired and I am speaking at a meeting at 6:30 a.m. I hope I can make some sense.
Yesterday morning I got a call from the local blood bank where I regularly donate blood. When I heard who it was my first thought was "I have some dread disease!" But they called to tell me I am eligible to donate again and asked me if I would donate yesterday because they were in dire need. They told me my blood is special for a couple of reasons and that it is blood that they can give to babies and people with compromised immune systems. So I drove to the donation center and gave blood. I am so grateful I can do this today.
My daughter seems to be doing well, she is going to meetings, is intending to ask someone to be her sponsor today, and does not have, or want, her cell phone. I never would have known what that meant before watching her with that damn phone. It is the most effective tool of her disease.
I better get ready for the meeting. Happy Friday everyone.
"Our stories disclose in a general way what we used to be like, what happened, and what we are like now." -- Alcoholics Anonymous, p. 58