Got out today, only a walk to a local store for essentials – including a bottle of wine. Trust me, after the best of three weeks in the house, it felt like an essential. Mind you, I’ve got a glass of it at my side, turns out it’s not as nice as I remember. But there again, I did dry January, got through most of February with only one evening of drinking, and haven’t drunk anything since my melt down a few days before I started this blog, when I drank two bottles straight – and much to my surprise and my husband’s annoyance, didn’t have a hangover.
So today, I have:
- Taken my multivitamins, Brewer’s Yeast and iron
- Taken a walk
- Done a chore – vacuuming this time
- Done about 16 pages of editing
- Written 1800 words of my novel
- Taken a bath
- Listened to The Hairy Bikers Roadtrip CD
- And worried about my family
This last isn’t symptomatic of anything other than I have family I care about, these are worrying time and I feel helpless. Not depressed helpless, just I know I am helpless, there really isn’t anything I can do to help them, much as I want to.
Anyway tonight I’m going to sit in my bed, write a little steampunk while listening to mostly 80s rock, and sip on a glass of wine. Not glamorous, but it gets me through. So for anyone out there, just keep on rocking.
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