Washout

As birthdays go, that is. I spent most of the morning asleep, albeit after not sleeping very well last night, but even after I woke up at lunchtime, I didn't have any get up and go at all, and simply stayed indoors. I would have preferred to have gone out, seen the world, looked out for some cuties, maybe had the odd drink or three, but there didn't seem to be doing any of those things, just for the sake of it, when I was still feeling so much below par. I did have a bit of human contact, albeit of the telephonic variety - I had calls from my daughter and my brother, and, slightly more surprisingly, even a text from my ex, wishing me a happy birthday, so it wasn't all bad, and I'm sure I'll catch up on the socialising front at some point. At the moment, though, I'm in the throes of my longest alcohol-free period since 1986 (when I actually gave up drinking, albeit only for six weeks) - I'm just coming to the end of my 17th consecutive 'dry' day. Maybe this spell of ill-health has a silver lining, after all.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B