At my daughter’s for the holiday, I’m trying to be 100% and grateful and only 2% worried about leaving my dog at my daughter’s house while we go to my daughter’s fiance’s parents’ house for dinner tomorrow. My wife and my son are with me, there’s no snow, and the dog took the car ride here well. Monday we’ll drive home, Tuesday I’ll go to work, it’s all very very good.
I hope anyone reading this now has a sober Christmas. Alcohol doesn’t play a part in mine, except when I worry about the drinking others do. No regrets, no blank spots, nothing to be sorry about except the things I do in cold stone sobriety, which are so much less dreadful than the things I did drunk.