...th-th-the luckie-es-es-est...
Good night at work. Girl happy- her baby nephew's birthday today, she loves being Auntie and she loves birthdays. I had lovely company overnight online- thank you, pirates!- even though the wireless was still a bit iffy.
Left work intending to pick blueberries but it was already harkening 'too hot and too bright'- not a good combination when one's ultimate goal is to sleep during the day. So I stopped at the market- not 'my' market, but a big one- for a few supplies.
And got hit out of left field by such frustration with the whole 'hugeness' of modern industrialized food. Took me 20 damn minutes to find:
-- a 'bread item' that wasn't a pound-and-a-half in one package AND wasn't processed up the yin-yang
-- a block of feta cheese. Not crumbled, not spiced or herbed or some such. Just a block of plain feta cheese.
-- a jar of kalamata olives under 12 oz, without sugar (sugar? in olives) and added salt.
I came out of there so strongly possessed of the urge to drink. That's not happened in that way for years- I've been sober (with the exception of a sip of rum for one very special occasion) for 7+ years- but by fucking god, the urge to go right back in and get a bottle was so damn strong.
Instead I came home, made myself a tray of pita bread, olives, feta, watercress, and sliced apple, came upstairs, got in bed, got online, and got some support and lovin'.
And the urge to drink passed, my breakfast was delicious, and the friends saved my life.
Can't do better than that, really.
Left work intending to pick blueberries but it was already harkening 'too hot and too bright'- not a good combination when one's ultimate goal is to sleep during the day. So I stopped at the market- not 'my' market, but a big one- for a few supplies.
And got hit out of left field by such frustration with the whole 'hugeness' of modern industrialized food. Took me 20 damn minutes to find:
-- a 'bread item' that wasn't a pound-and-a-half in one package AND wasn't processed up the yin-yang
-- a block of feta cheese. Not crumbled, not spiced or herbed or some such. Just a block of plain feta cheese.
-- a jar of kalamata olives under 12 oz, without sugar (sugar? in olives) and added salt.
I came out of there so strongly possessed of the urge to drink. That's not happened in that way for years- I've been sober (with the exception of a sip of rum for one very special occasion) for 7+ years- but by fucking god, the urge to go right back in and get a bottle was so damn strong.
Instead I came home, made myself a tray of pita bread, olives, feta, watercress, and sliced apple, came upstairs, got in bed, got online, and got some support and lovin'.
And the urge to drink passed, my breakfast was delicious, and the friends saved my life.
Can't do better than that, really.