The birds aren't really strange as in odd, just strange as in I don't really know them. They are ordinary house finches. I love to watch them come to the feeder and eat. They are all over that aspen tree in my back yard.
It is snowing like crazy. I got up at 4 and was in the pool by 5 a.m. The ride to the pool and back was terrifying. I do a lot of talking to God on these ill-advised journeys of mine. I am hoping that if I don't leave for work until 8 a.m., most of the traffic will be gone and the plows will have been out. I think this might be wishful thinking as the tracks in the driveway from my car returning are already totally covered over with snow.
Today I am just grateful to God that I am sober, there is no real drama going on, I can go to work today - with only one meeting on my schedule - and come home from work tonight. I am grateful for an ordinary life today.
For an alcoholic, that truly is strange!