A shower has been had. My fine blonde/brown hair is combed and held in place with a light spray of hairspray. I have on a comfortable pair of khaki pants and my favorite flannel shirt. No coat. The temperatures are supposed to get up in the sixties today. Rosa is washing the last of the dishes in the kitchen after breakfast. I just heard her turn the dishwasher on. We are about to embark on our several hours journey down to Opelika, Alabama to visit vocational rehabilitation. Am I nervous? Hell yeah! But I will survive.
I am terribly impatient and realize voca. rehab. is a process. Much paperwork will need to be filled out. Medical records expunged. Tests taken to determine my aptitude for a job. I will probably be assigned a case worker or possibly a social worker. I am excited. I am excited to be moving forward in this point in my life. To be sober enough just to tackle this new avenue of life is a novelty to me. This time of the morning would usually find me too drunk to do anything, but sleep off a hangover.
Lunch will be at Red Lobster. I have a gift certificate from my brother and his wife. Those delicious garlic biscuits will be consumed along with their crisp and cold salad smothered in blue cheese dressing. I think I will have the fried catfish fillet and a baked potato. Rosa was heard mumbling about fried shrimp this morning.
Well, let me go read my daily AA devotional and watch The Weather Channel for a bit. It is going to be an exciting day!