Tomorrow I am doing something I have never done before. Running to work. I left a set of clothes and a backpack with my toiletries hanging behind my office door. I intend to leave the house very early, pre-dawn (which is the only part of this thing that really frightens me), and run the 9 miles to work. I will likely walk and run. I don't want to get to work too tired to do anything. I will take a shower at work, and put on my make-up and do my hair and get dressed and have a full day. I have yet to find a ride home, so I may take the bus, which doesn't bother me in the least.
I am very excited about the prospect of doing this. I hope it goes OK. I think it will, obviously, or I wouldn't try it.
Another obvious? My internet access was restored this morning. That was good. I sure have issues with my internet provider. I would need to have a lot more issues before I would want to change providers though.
I am very tired and probably not making the utmost sense. I have been awake since 2:30 a.m. when I sensed something was amiss in my house. It just didn't "feel right" and it didn't sound right either. I don't know why I didn't sense these things BEFORE I went to sleep. I walked around and tried to figure out what it was, but couldn't. Until I was leaving for work and realized that I had left the downstairs screen door open all night. Jeez. Getting up at 2:30 a.m. makes for a long day. I hope to get a good night's sleep tonight, and have already locked all the doors.
Now I shall go to bed and read the rest of Anna Karenina. I read this book many years ago, but wanted to re-read it. Next is the Brothers Karamazov, which I have never managed to read more than a quarter of. The teachers at Biblical School are always referencing it and I must be in the know when they do. I sure would like to read some frivolous Oprah pick instead.
But before bed, I must call my sponsor and let her know of the death of a sober friend. He was someone I didn't know well, but I did like him. He will be missed.
As sober people, we get to be missed when we pass. Drunkards seldom are.
I hope to be missed when I go and know only one way to do that. Let's all do it together, OK?
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I hope to be missed as well. It is good to have a fellowship which means that I have friends. I don't feel abandonment much anymore.
Nice peppers and glad that your internet is up and running.
Running to work. OK.
You have made many many friends during your quarter-century in recovery. Of course you'll be missed.
What is this magic plant that bears both peppers and tomatoes? Have you discovered the great Salsa tree?!
I love reading your blog. I just wanted to point out that Anna Karenina was an Oprah book club choice, along with authors like Danticat, Marquez, Buck and Steinbeck. I'm a book nut and am impressed with her choices over the years. Just had to give you a heads up. :-)
You're absolutely right. I want to be remembered for who I am, not what I was...a drunk.
Your words of encouragement are helping me through these first few days of sobriety.
AnyEdge, I planted a big pot with a tomato plant, a pepper plant, and a cilantro plant. So, it was supposed to be a salsa garden. The only thing that really grew was the tomato plant.
One drunk, I know that Oprah picks good books, I was just being a brat. I hate it when she picks a good book.
ummm, i was startled to read these three words together. run. to. work. funny, i would never dream of doing such a thing. lol
lovely lovely post!
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