Grateful for another day of sobriety. Wasn't awake too much of it to lose it.
Grateful that my son took one look at me and said, "Go back to bed. You are not going out and you are not going to your Al-Anon meeting."
Grateful that I listened to him, although I am still not feeling well. Having heart murmers aftr making an apple pie and helping him eat it. Truthfully, wanted to get my share or it might have disappeared.
Grateful that a day can start any time. My day started at 4:41 p.m. when he woke me up to make the gravy.
Grateful that he cooked dinner.
Grateful that he peeled to potatoes to make fries and the apples to make the pie.
Grateful that curling is on today and tomorrow.
Grateful that the Australian Open Tennis Tournament starts on Monday.
Grateful that the Ontario Curling trials start on Monday too. Hoping that they are televised.
Grateful for my shows, wondering when I am going to get my book read that is due on the 13, altough I might get away with taking it back on the 14th, if my son is around. So much depends on the snow, so glad for taxi script.
Grateful that I got my grocery shopping done yesterday. I even made it to the library and the mall, before it got too slippery. I ended up taking a taxi home instead of the bus because I slipped getting into the cab.
Grateful that I don't have much more to post as I am starting to hurt and running out of steam.
Grateful that my home group Four Directions is tomorrow. Hope to be well enough to go.
Grateful for all those who walk this journey with me.
