Fell Off the Face of the Planet

For one who has been accustomed to posting almost every day, it's as if I fell off the face of the planet.  August seemed as good a month as any for hitting the reset button on a lot of what I have been pursuing lately.  As is obvious to me, probably along with everyone else, July was a struggle for creative material for the blog.  That's the main reason I haven't been posting very much or often.  (Hence the mental reset or break from the mainstream of things.)  However, today seemed a great day to reconnect with my readers as I celebrate eleven years of sobriety and abstinence from alcohol.  Once I finished with work and clocked out for the weekend, I took care of a few odds and ends before attending the one o'clock meeting at the Southwest Group of Alcoholics Anonymous in Fort Worth.  Since this is probably the third of fourth meeting I've made this year, I didn't recognize too many faces, but there were a few old-times there.  We had a blast seeing each other again.  Who knows, I may try to incorporate at least one meeting a month in to my routine.  Now I'm back at it as I contemplate what errands I still need to run for the day.  Of course I get to look forward to a weekend off from work, so there is plenty of time to take care of the bare necessities of life.  Today has been a good day, and I hope and pray tomorrow will be too.  (I'll deal with tomorrow when it gets here.)  Have a great day and thank you for sticking with me in spite of the lack of posts.  Goodbye, or should I say hello again?!

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