Hi, el cee.  Based on your post, I decided to write something about my day that isn't about alcoholism.  An old friend of mine, invited me to go for a ride in her fun car that she and her husband purchased as a gift to themselves.  We hopped into a navy blue sportster convertible with little beige bucket seats, drove miles with the wind blowing our hair and talking, talking, talking.  We stopped at a pizza place in a town many miles away from us and enjoyed a calzone and talked, talked, talked.  Then, we hopped back into the convertible, and drove for miles back home with the wind, the bugs, the sunshine, blue skies and clouds, talked, talked, talked and saw a wild turkey on the side of the road, too.

It was heavenly.  It was simple fun.  It was a treat.  And alcoholism - though it entered our conversation - didn't have a chance to damage the day.  Although both of us have aged, wear inserts in our shoes, have stopped wearing as much make up as we once did and know our years are much more limited on earth than they once were - we thoroughly enjoyed each other and the easy, easy time we had together catching up, telling stories, remembering our history together and just liking to be with one another.

Is there a close friend that has known you and loved you a long time you can spend some fun, relaxing time with right now?  I hope so.  They have a way of helping us see ourselves and life a little more joyously - a little more comfortably - a lot more gently.  Much care for you el cee.

I've hit those places, too.