Last night I had a drunk dream for my daughter! I dreamed she got high and drunk and it was very ugly. It woke me up. And then, much like my own drunk dreams, I wondered if it was real and it took a few minutes to reorient myself. Strange...
I overslept again today! I never do this, and now I have done it two days in a row. I can't run again this morning because there is not time. I need to be at work on time today because I have a presentation to give at 9:30 that I just put the finishing touches on last night before I left work. I still need to look at it with fresh eyes this morning, make any needed changes, and print it.
Last night I was looking through my huge box of photos. I am looking for photos of my nephew who is getting married at the end of this month. In the bottom of the box was the note I left for my husband on July 24, 1984, the night I went to my first meeting. I couldn't believe it! I must have found it at one point and decided to keep it for historical purposes - and in the meantime I forgot about it entirely. I also put my journal from that time period somewhere for historical purposes, and I haven't been able to find it for a couple of years now. I treasured that journal entry I wrote after my first meeting... I was so excited about the idea that I might possibly be able to quit drinking!
"We, in our turn, sought the same escape with all the desperation of drowning men. What seemed at first a flimsy reed, has proved to be the loving and powerful hand of God. A new life has been given us or, if you prefer, 'a design for living' that really works." -- Alcoholics Anonymous, p. 28