Day 63, Sober, Busy, and Dog-Tired: My Journey Through Exhaustion and Recovery
Good evening my fellow misfits!
Today, I'm dragging myself through the day, thanks to our two chihuahuas, Fred and Ethel. It's been hell on wheels trying to get a good night's sleep lately. I'm sure anyone with dogs can relate. My dogs will try to take over our bed and souls if we let them. Oh, and just try to get intimate—those damned dogs are there too, jumping around. Talk about coitus interruptus! Just terrible...
Anyway, I'm seriously considering putting both of them in "air jail." For those of you inquisitive types, it involves slapping harnesses on each one of them, hooking up a double-ended leash apparatus to the two eye loops spaced on top of the harnesses, and dangling them in our closet. Or I can stick them in a kennel. I prefer air jail—something about it sounds hilarious to me.
So, about the rest of my day, and speaking of interruptus, my wife decides to start a conversation with me this morning while I'm trying to read my Big Book. I could have been nasty about it, but that wouldn't be too God-like now, would it? Anyway, I set my BB down, listened to her drone on, and once that was over, I went over my pending date with the judge in Linn County Court. OWI crap over smacking my nice 2017 Nissan Sentra SV 4-door sedan around a telephone pole behind a Casey's (which location shall go nameless). I sure will be glad when all this legal shit is in my rearview mirror!
Anyhow, I fixed a leak under the sink, cleaned up Fred and Ethel's business, caught Ethel taking a doofer in my home office upstairs, cleaned that up, and lectured Ethel—which doesn't work because I don't speak dog. I moved some furniture around the house, checked LinkedIn and Indeed for job opportunities and responses (you know, the stuff you do when you don't have a damned job, lol), cooked dinner (lemon butter braised center-cut pork chops seared just right, and big heaping portions of my homemade potato salad). Needless to say, I discovered the cook in me. I guess my newfound sobriety brought that out.
So here I am, now listening to Brandy Carlisle, she's awesome btw, and scratching out this blog post. My wife is contentedly asleep on the couch. Meds are next, and then early to bed because I'm dog-tired boss. So that's it for now, my fellow misfits. Until tomorrow, stay sober, stay clean, and stay busy because there's no time to be bored.
Hasta rasta,
Gabriel
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