I got a call last night from someone with 2+ years of sobriety who had just relapsed. It sorta blew me away, because he didn’t seem remotely close to a slip. It reminded me in a big way how cunning addiction is. It took me a long time to believe the disease paradigm, but I really believe it. The most pernicious aspect seems to be that it seems to progress even when you get sober. For example, if you’ve been sober for three years, and you pick up again, you don’t go back to where you were 3 years before you got sober. You go right to where you would have been if you never got sober at all. I hear this over and over again. And it reminds me that if I used again, I could expect the same. No thank-you ma’am.
My absolutely stupendous Mommy sent me $200 for my birthday, and it was exactly what I needed to buy a new printer/scanner/copier, plus some software to fix my computer woes. I was about to go bald from tearing my hair out over both problems. As soon as I post this, I will install the new printer—which I desperately need because I actually finished another draft of the book and need to print it out. Not to mention stuff for my students tomorrow.
I’m completely addicted to French television. Vive TV5.
MCO 2005
