Maybe I needed a week of hell, and a health scare, to just make me so happy to be alive. It doesn't hurt that last week was snowy and rainy and cold and frozen and nasty. This week is sunshiney and warm and beautiful.
I am sitting on my sofa, my screen doors are open, there is a breeze blowing through. There is a nice ceiling fan above me, which I love. I am watching American Idol, and as long as Kris Allen stays in the competition, I will be very happy to watch it (I voted for him 10 times last night!). Juvenile - yes, how wonderful! Last week I felt like I was geriatric, juvenile is a welcomed change.
So, now it is Birdie Bedtime. I absolutely love this time each day - once the windows are open. The birds make so much noise as they prepare to settle down for the night - I love to listen to them.
Today was wonderful, starting with an AA meeting at 6:30. Then I had a presentation to give this morning at work. Once that was over, I got to breathe a sigh of relief. I went out for lunch with my daughter and had the wonderful Huevos Rancheros pictured above at a wonderful Mexican restaurant. Yummmmmmy.
I am so grateful to be alive, so grateful to be sober, so grateful to have the life I have today. You just cannot get here from there. There is no way... but for the Grace of God. But for the Grace of God.