I’m feeling grateful. Though I am very tired. Work was crazy, meetings, traffic and some one on one time with the big boss even though I felt about as articulate as a dead slug. There was even a flood (no locusts, happily) that I watched out the window of our Mississauga project office. Insane.
But I’m happy I made it home in one piece, that I am sober even though I feel like shit, and that I still have a job that can stress me out. Part of the reason I feel physically like shit is that I’m still only about 72 hours from my last drink/drunk. And the hangovers do last at this age, oh yes. Just my body’s way of saying “why are you trying to kill me”? Can you blame it really?
Meantime I see a friend post of FB that she just did one of those thing where you run and cycle halfway across the Scottish highlands (where she lives). What a different circumstance. I’m not comparing, or being hard on myself, but I bet the elation she feels at doing that is greater than any of my boozy reveries and for her there’s no remorse/shame/want to crawl in a hole and die for her. Just sayin’.
Anyway, did I mention I’m exhausted? And I’ve got more work to do. So signing out sober on day 3.