Missing in Action?

I just realized that before today my last post was on October 2 -- more than two months ago. That long? If you read my blog because of your interest in 12-step programs, you're probably thinking that I must have relapsed. Because of stress or pain or worry -- or perhaps for no good reasom at all -- I must have taken that first drink. And one drink is all it takes for an alcoholic. Down that slippery slope we go. Or in my case, down the stairs "ass over teakettle" as the Brits might say.

But no, I'm still sober, thank God. In fact, this past week has been very easy, despite the fact that it included our niece Heather's wedding. That's because Brad's brother and his family don't drink. They just don't. Never did. Ask Bill and he says "Never saw the point of it." The minister who performed the ceremony is 40 years sober. AND  he's a police and veterans chaplain as well. Yes, that's you, Clay. So there just wasn't any temptation around.

On Sunday we went to brunch with my long, long,-time friend Julie. Her newish husband Dave is 4 years sober. Who knew? We're everywhere!

So why haven't I blogged? Don't really know. Haven't written much in my journal either. But I figure that if I start blogging, it'll come back to me. So here I am, phone in hand. Again, today.