There are a few things on my mind (in my worries) that are in and out of my control.
My work is reopening. There are many details that go along with that, but uppermost in my mind is the fact that they expect me to show up. Five days a week. It’s been a while…..
Medical tests. Routine, but I’m older than I’ve ever been. I’m unhealthier than I’ve ever been.
Meetings opening. Visiting possible.
So. Did I make a decision to turn my will and my life over to the care of God as I understand God? My lengthy sobriety tells me that I did. So I’ll go forward. With the work, with the tests, with the life in the receding shadow of the pandemic. There’s some comfort in the forward motion when I realize it is not initiated or sustained by me.
Don't Drink and Don't Die 
Yes there is a power greater than me and thankfully its not me today…