Day Eighty-one

  1. Amtrak.  I love the train and enjoyed riding it back and forth to Washington today.
  2. Judy’s honesty in telling me some of her stories from the past couple of years, though they involved other men and were clearly painful for her to relate.  Comedy = tragedy + time and she’s very much still in the tragic phase.  I don’t know if she’ll ever get it and I’m praying for her.
  3. George, who is turning over social media work to me.  Again, I continue to have work and survive in spite of myself.  I can only say thanks for keeping an eye on me.
  4. The moments of sleep I had on the train; just awake enough to consciously enjoy them.
  5. I am sober.  My struggle in that regard is over.  

Many thanks,

Me

Day Eighty-one