One More Day...

And then I will have a long weekend. I need a long weekend. On Saturday afternoon I am taking a quilting class with my daughter (not the tattoo'd addict one, but her MS'd, bunned twin). My fellow is going out of town to see a baseball game and a college football game. It should be a quiet, low-key weekend and I need that.

I had dinner with the man last night. I went to see "The Help" tonight with one of my gal pals.

I started a migraine prevention medication on Tuesday and I am not liking this. I am at the very bottom of the titrate and already I don't like it. But I don't like having migraines 3 out of 7 days a week either. So I will give it a go.

This weekend I will probably ending up seeing two of my sponsees. I will also probably call another woman. She was one of my first sponsees. I recently found her on facebook. She messaged me the other morning, she would really like to meet with me. She is having a hard time, she says. Hers was the first fifth step I ever heard, well over twenty years ago now. She told me a secret she had never told another soul. I told her I would take it with me to my grave. So far, that is the truth, and I intend for it to remain so. Although I am tired, these are the things that make my life - well, my life...

"For, to these people, I am truly related. First, through mutual pain and despair, and later through mutual objectives and new-found faith and hope. And, as the years go by, working together, sharing our experiences with one another, and also sharing a mutual trust, understanding and love-without strings, without obligation-we acquire relationships that are unique and priceless." -- Alcoholics Anonymous, p. 312"