Yesterday: another long walk in an unseasonably warm morning. Cleaned house a bit, tidied up and headed over to the folks. Spent the afternoon baking bread with my mother and helping father correct his students' papers. We had potato-leek soup, just incredible. As I have not been sleeping well of late, I was in bed by 8. I woke up sober and went to bed sober. That was my day. Naturally I am up early (again) on New Year's Day. The simple fact that I can see my day so clearly in front of me -what I need/want to do and the means to follow through with that-represents a major victory; after all, this time a week ago, I was looking for a bottle to start my day.

*I highly recommend a change in geography to people who are trying to get out of a rut; even a small change seems to make a difference in many cases.