When you get up at 4 a.m., and go out and run 7 miles, come back in and get ready for work, then work all day, then come home and make a home cooked dinner and do the dishes and get done with that at about 7:30 p.m., there is no time for anything but that stuff and sleeping. Well, I do exaggerate - because I did have time for some phone calls.
And I had time to have lunch with my daughter. The one who is not an alcoholic. We went to a Japanese restaurant. The lovely young Japanese woman who waited on us asked if we were mother and daughter, we smiled and said yes. She got tears in her eyes and said we were "so lucky," her mother is in Canada, and she has not seen her since 2008. She must miss her terribly because she talked to us for quite a while, always with those tears.
I really did stop and consider how fortunate I am to have my children so close - both geographically and relationally. Blessed. How wonderful. And now a new grandchild on the way. It hardly gets any better than that.
I better go knit. I get to be a sober grandmother. Who would have ever thought this would happen?