Rosa was excited as I about the snow. We both went to bed late and the first thing she did when she got up was to look out my den's windows.
"No snow," she said disappointed.
"They hyped it too much," I replied. "That means it is not going to happen."
I got in the kitchen and fixed us some breakfast of cheese toast and coffee. We are both so disappointed here. We've only had a cold rain and the bulk of the moisture has already passed.
It is hard to believe it's been sixty days since I last took a drink. I remember it vividly and it corresponded with the time I pawned my camera. I think it was integral for my mental health for me to lay off the booze. It hasn't been easy though. I was telling Rosa last night how much I wanted a beer with the threat of adverse weather on the way.
"It would be the stupidest thing you've ever done," She told me.
She was right and I made it to see sixty days sober. What a miracle knowing how heavy I drank for years.