Grateful for a new day of sobriety. Can't help but have a good day after all the postings I did today.
Grateful to Tammy for her contributions to my recovery.
Grateful that the French Open is on. I have a tennis backlog that I have been half watching and listening to while I have posted.
Grateful for the food I have to eat. The sad thing is my refrigerator and freezer is full, along with my pantry, and I don't have a thing I want to eat in the moment. Maybe that is a good thing.
Grateful that my son is suppose to come and do my floors and cleaning today. I wipe something off and it still looks dirty, and quite often is. That statement reminds me of a childhood memory. I would go out in the brush in the spring and go looking for morels. My dad followed behind me and filled his basket and my bag was half full. Sometimes you can't see what is in front of you. I know when it comes to housework, if I don't look too hard and don't see it, it doesn't get done.
Grateful that my specialist says I have almost 20/20 vision and could drive a car. It is the only part of me that can.
Grateful for the rooms of recovery. We can do for me what I can't do for myself.
Grateful that I have good vision and can still read. I can take my book down with me to do laundry.
Grateful I have the money to do my laundry. I have two bottles of laundry soap, so I won't run out.
Grateful that our senior complex has a laundry room. I just have to find the energy to do it.
Grateful for the sunshine and beautiful weather we have had the last few days, even if the humidity moved in last night.
Grateful for all those who walk this journey with me. God Bless.
We can do what I can't do alone.
