Pam has some great, really great, chicken humor on her blog today. Daave has a video of a puppeteer dancing with 4 puppets to "YMCA". Lash has some weird photo of a bronze humpty dumpty on a wall. It is a good day in sober blog-land.
I feel rather boring today: I slept too late and didn't get to the 6:30 a.m. meeting this morning. I am heading out in a minute or two for my first open-water swim of the year, followed by a bike ride. This should be good, I begin my triathlon training in earnest. One of my neighbors got married in Las Vegas recently and they are having a reception type party this afternoon. And this evening, I supposedly have a date to go to a movie and dinner with an old beau.
And he is why I slept so late today. He called at 9:00 last night and "needed" to talk. He really did need to talk. So I asked him to come over and we took a long walk. It really was beautiful to walk at ten o'clock to about midnight on a beautiful summer night (the same streets I am so familiar with running at 5 or 6 a.m.) WHY, oh WHY, I want to know, why I nearly always start out as an exciting new girlfriend, and end up as a counselor, wiping tears off of sad devastated faces??? I guess it is my lot in life, but it is nothing I would have chosen for myself.
Okay, I am going to go put on my tri-suit for the first time this year and head on out of here. Have a sober Saturday everyone.
"Burn the idea into the consciousness of every man tht he can get well regardless of anyone. The only condition is that he trust in God and clean house." -- Alcoholics Anonymous, p. 98