Greetings, All!
It's been a tough couple of weeks for me. I took a week off from work to get some things done around here. Unfortunately, I was forced to recognize a very significant problem. I am a "high-functioning" alcoholic. I'd drink a little during the work week, remaining functional and productive. Weekends were a different story. I'd start drinking as soon as I got home on Sunday, using the fact that I'd just gotten through another week at work, including that killer commute. But I wouldn't stop after just a couple of beers, I'd just keep drinking as long as I had something to drink. Of course, I was getting damned little done, as you might understand. I had even started hiding extra beer and sneaking it when the partner wasn't paying attention, just so he wouldn't notice how much I was drinking. Bad sign, that one is. So, after I ran out of the last of my beer last weekend, I was too...lazy, screwed up, whatever, to bother driving down to the local brew store (I won't drive after drinking, categorically.) So I went cold turkey and spent the next three days in hell. Anyone who's done this knows what I mean. The next day, or so, I was able to slowly re-hydrate and get back on my feet. The last four days, I've gotten so much done, I can't believe I allowed myself to slip as low as I did. I feel great and think I might be able to finally lose some weight.
Thanks for letting me get that off my chest, guys. Now begins my long journey of recovery.
Fall is moving apace here, all golden and we had our first frost last night. The full moon turned the forest silver-gold. Tuesday was the last day of moose hunting season and things are wonderfully quiet without the motorized hunting brigades zooming up and down my little road.
I return to work tonight. I look forward with mixed emotions. I like my job but it also means leaving so much undone here. Of course, I doubt everything will ever be completely done, there's so much.