Pardon Our Dust

I haven’t had anything to drink in 21 days and I feel pretty good about it.  I’m not brave enough to say that I won’t drink ever again but I’m excited to keep it up.

This is good enough.  This is a BIG project.  It is a step in the right direction.  It is laying the groundwork.  It is establishing a foundation. 

It begs a question: So, Brain, what are we going to do tonight?

To date: I have sweat to the oldies.  I have step and tapped.  I have grapevined.  I have found my flat road and the base of my hill. 

My dog has never been so walked.  My clothes have never been so put away.  I have never seen so many consecutive 6 ams. 

I have watched all the movies in theaters in Greensboro.  I have read every article and seen every photograph on Facebook. 

So far it is all good news.  Not the actual news.  I mean for me, personally, it is good news.  I feel like Neo in The Matrix only instead of bending around bullets I am navigating mundane life-skills.

But I have not written anything. 

Every now and then half of a piece of an idea floats to the surface and makes me smile. 

One was: sometimes I don’t like my house because it is small but if I pretend like it is a Weasley tent I think it’s great. 

Another one is: If I ever had to talk my way into a crackerjack ensemble, I’d say, “I’m no thoroughbred.  But I’m like the goat you put in the stall with the thoroughbred to keep it calm.  Ask anyone, I’m a great goat.”

I think more idea are coming.  I will practice and get better at sitting down to make time for them without the anchoring assistance of PBR tall boys.   

I will I will I will I will.