Coffee, antiques, and deja vu all over again

You know how the early weeks and probably even years of sobriety include a steady stream of firsts, of revisits to old haunts, be they homes or bars or cities or campgrounds, that were sites of drinking or new relapses and now you’re overlaying a new experience/memory on the place. And sometimes it feels so freeing and other times it makes you sad and other times it’s just weird and you want to get it over with and go back to being warm and comfortable in your sober life?

Drunk people, a gift brought to you by Netflix

I had the pleasure of a brief glimpse of a drunk woman on Saturday, courtesy of a movie we were watching on Netflix. She came home tipsily to live-in boyfriend from a party, after which relationship drama ensued.

It did not look fun. I remember

Why tempt fate

I was going to call this post “Personal Best,” but why tempt fate. Today is day 165, a few days longer than my previous longest continuous sobrieties. Still ambling along. If a bit superstitiously.

In the past couple of years I’ve had two very nice goes at continuous sobriety

Ambling along

It’s not my ideal to go 48 days without posting, holy sheesh. I need to show up here more often.

I’m at day 148 and grateful grateful grateful for the beginnings of sober gravity taking place. I cannot express how much I detest the single digits and the teens. When my