Day 800

Wow. Eight hundred days in a row no booze at all. That’s me! Who’d’a thunk it?!?

Not only that but it is so -much- a part of me that I didn’t even think of it till right now...although maybe I would have if I didn’t have so very much chaos floating around all the time.

In any case it’s a cool thing.

Day 799

There wasn’t a bruise at all. Flat on my back with an ice pack totally did its job. So hooray for that.

Rest of the day was pretty lousy though.

Still — a lousy sober day is still a _sober_ day.

Day 798

Today was a really hard day.

In addition to the new three-dig baseline there was family drama and my dog got so excited about going out that he jumped as I was putting on his leash. Dogskull bashed my right cheekbone hard. It REALLY hurt. Stunningly so - I cried like a little kid which triggered the floodgates. I bawled all throughout getting a bag of veggies from the freezer and collapsing into the recliner chair and eventually the family investigated. I stayed in the chair with that ice for a good 45 minutes, boring though it was, and I am cautiously optimistic I kept it from bruising. Cautiously. We will know in the morning.

Part of why I’m so glad about that is because it is a universal constant across the globe that if we see a woman with facial bruising everyone’s first thought, no matter how brief or in passing is “I wonder what man did that to her.”

I still had a whole full weekend day of stuff afterwards though, like it or not, and I did it all but was smart enough to ask for help a couple times. Progress.

Had drinking thoughts. Just thoughts, just in passing, but I got as far as “and it wouldn’t help anything - would make it all worse, in fact - and you’d be blowing more than two -years-.” Stress plus family drama plus other drinking family members plus media...but I didn’t drink and I’m not gonna drink and that’s that.

I’m gonna go to bed is what I’m gonna.

Day 797

For as much chaos as this house has it was a decent Saturday. Got a fair bit of knitting done and trekked down to the good grocery store - with re-useable tote bags for the first time ever and that worked out really well.

Listened to most of “Nanette” for a second time; that worked out really well too. I so rarely agree with popular opinion but everyone is totally right about Hannah Gadsby. Awesome art history major.

I’m starting to get used to the huge amount of chaos but I gotta say there’s a part of me already looking forward to August 13 which will be the first day the house is back to its one-dog routine.

An incidentally nice thing about a sober Saturday night? One remembers to put butter out so it will be  soft enough to make banana bread in the morning.

Day 796

Long stressful day. Three is still a helluva lot of dogs. Pads so helpful I ordered a bunch online.

Looking forward to sleeping in. May not happen but the thought that I -can- go back to sleep after dealing with critters is a nice one.

My new small ceramic bowls came during the week - early, in fact - and although rearranging shelves to make room was higher priority I’m glad I can now finally unpack and wash them.

I’m also glad I’ve finally got sense enough to -not- push and try to do it all tonight. I’m awake late enough as-is. But it was pleasant.

Day 795

Got my new glasses! They’re really pretty too. Bad news is that after 3 weeks without bifocals the eyes have to adjust all over again. Good news is that the adjustment is faster than the first time.

Also saw a -really-nice- rainbow with Youngest on the way home after picking her up from work.

Kinda makes up for some of the Dog Chaos.

Day 794

Better day: much less drama.

No other thoughts though. All good wishes to everyone out there.