"Too much living is no way to die."
Annual report, year 5 A.D.
Lost three friends to the grave, much too young. Lost more friends to circumstance.
Made new friends, really good ones, and reconnected with old ones, really good ones.
Lost some family. Got tighter with other family. My kids and my siblings and my parents rock.
Watched friends go out, get drunk, come back. Watch friends go out, get high, not come back.
Did not drink. Did not consider drinking. Did not have weird dreams about drinking.
For the whole year.
Which is something, I suppose.
When I was at zero, five seemed unimaginable. Now it's just another year.
P.S. Happy birthday, Professor Morris. I'd give it all back to be able to stand you a round of Jameson.
