The strangest thing happened last night before bed. Things like this just do not happen to me. I was anticipating Joyce coming over to sleep so I unfolded the sleep-away bed in my couch. I thought Joyce would like to sleep in the room with the Christmas tree and its warm glow. I thought it would be calming to her. As I pulled out the bed, a bunch of spare change fell out along with a hundred dollar bill.
"Holy Mother of God," I muttered as I bent down to pick it up.
This is the most money I have had in months. My old self would have immediately drove to the convenience store to get beer, and to get drunk. I went on to bed anticipating Joyce knocking on the door at any moment. I finally ended up having to call the paramedics and they took Joyce to the hospital. It looks like she will be in the hospital for Christmas. She was out of her gourd last night.
What am I going to do with the money? Stamps for Christmas cards. Fill up my car. Buy some Cokes. And buy some Benadryl at the grocery store. I am going to try my best to keep from drinking beer. It certainly will be the biggest test of my newfound sobriety in the 21 days I have been sober, though. You all think of me and let's hope I have enough God given sense to lay off the booze during this very tempting time.