Last night was interesting. My old nemesis schizophrenia, I believe, paid a visit. I was sitting on the couch watching The Weather Channel. Dad was sitting next to me. This horrible and loud ringing erupted in my ears, and I felt like I was floating above us.
"You're acting strange," my father told me.
"I feel strange!" was my emphatic reply.
I was never so glad to get Dad out the door so I could go lie down. My trusty sidekick, Maggie, joined me and I woke up this morning feeling better. It has been a day of SpongeBob cartoons and Coast to Coast AM on the radio.
One thing I lament about living in my new house are the very few photo opportunities that present themselves. Maggie is the only thing to take pictures of, and I won't bore you with constant dog pictures.
I've been thinking of ways of being more of service to others. I guess I could start by commenting more on the blogs I read. I just don't sit in front of this computer like I used to. Being of service to others is an important part of recovery and AA. Far too often, we alcoholics were the most selfish of creatures. Always taking and never giving back. I wish there is something I could do for my ex-wife in regards to this. I owe her a lot!