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Day 15 No Report on Saturdays


It’s 7:00 on Sunday night.  I spent the day by myself.  Except for the morning meditation meeting at Traditional.  I’m glad I made that.  It was a struggle to get out of bed to make it at 9:30 as it just felt so good to lay there.  But no I promised myself that I would go if Traditional started it so off I went.  Even as I sat there I knew I wanted to leave as soon as the sit was over as I didn’t want to listen to what anybody said.  But no, once again I listened to that small new voice that said, “Take it easy dude, you might hear something good.”  I did stay and I heard nothing but wonderful things.  All thoughts from other minds that didn’t cater to my blanched state.  I’m not sure what’s going on but it’s going on. 

Winnow passed her licensing test, at least part 1 of 2 and I am so happy for her.  It was a big deal but I had faith where she may have not for a moment or two.  I did pray for her success.   So there is that part of me that does believe in some mighty higher power.  And that was about it for my day.  Yesterday, Ray came over to take me out for lunch.  Nice.  We came home to watch, “The Interview” and I had to prod him several times in the first half hour of the movie to stay awake.  C’mon Ray!  Play more nicely.  I’m not complaining loudly as it is just nice to have my son around.  After he left I just video’d out in front of the TV all night.  As I was dreaming of my bike ride, I started Round 2 of TV Vegetation and am now done and just ready for bed.  I actually ate a big bowl of ice cream littered with mini chocolate chip cookies, heated chocolate syrup and for that guaranteed happy place, slathered it all with canned whip cream.  Life doesn’t get any better than that on a Sunday!  Not only did I eat that bowl of sugary serenity, I made a special trip to Trader Joe’s to build that delight.  So it wasn’t all day that I spent on the couch.  I’ll dream of a salad tomorrow.

 

1.        I’m grateful for having the tools available to battle any incoming despair.

2.        I’m grateful for knowing that most down moments are just moments today.  They’re not parades for opening seasons.

3.       I’m grateful that I’m still not too fat from ice cream jonesing.  Ha ha ha!

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