Recently, my sponsor told me I’d come to a point when I stop counting days. I’m sure that’s true, but it’s nice to roll over in the middle of the night and check my sobriety counter. I feel the same way when I glance down at my tattoo and see my sobriety date. It’s a permanent reminder to me to stay on the right path. My youngest son looked at my tattoo the other day and said, “That will catch on fire if you drink alcohol” (well, it is a dragon, after all). I laughed and said that probably wouldn’t happen, but I won’t drink alcohol just in case.
For now, it’s time to don regalia and greet the in-coming freshman class. I just wish it was sixty or so degrees outside. I’m ready for fall, which sometimes comes quite late this far in the South. Ah, well.
I wish everyone a good, safe, and sober weekend. Classes start next Monday, and I’m ready (spiritually, even if I don’t have all my material gathered). Until next time….