Freight after freight was rolling through town this morning. I took picture after picture until my camera's batteries gave out. I love, love, love trains and get so excited about Model Railroading. I dream of turning my computer room into a small model railroad empire some day; the Chattahoochee Valley Railway.
I also get a lot of derision from Ferret and the gang about my love for trains. They see it as childish. I just laugh it off, though, and go about my business.
Ferret spent the morning sitting in Merl's diner drinking coffee and staying warm. I wanted to join him, but I am saving what is left of my blog advertising cash. I watched as he walked up to the shopping center around lunch.
"Cold night?" I asked, knowing the temperature got down to around twenty degrees.
"Cold as hell," Ferret replied.
I wanted to give to Ferret the missive I wrote last night explaining how to get and keep a home. I couldn't draw up the courage to do it though. I worried he would think it was pretentious and preachy. Ferret knows how to get and keep a home. He just chooses not to. At least I hope so.
Struggling with that beast, alcoholism, today. I have money in my pocket, the day is young, and I am bored. All things foreboding a drinking session. The thought of those terrible anxiety attacks returning tempers my desire to drink somewhat, though. I wish I could say it gets easier and it does to a point. Times passes and you forget what a nightmare drinking can be. It is easy to slip back into old, comfortable habits -- habits I don't want to relive.