Small miracles

Tonight my daughter decided to help me trim some plants in my planted aquarium and do a waterchange. She was more hindrance than help, but how could I say no? Since she had the tubes put in her ears this past thursday she has been a different child. It's obvious that she is hearing better - she is more responsive and more talkative. She's not in extreme discomfort and does not cry nearly as often. I wish we had done the tubes earlier. Hindsight is always 20/20.

No word yet on the Prius. In some ways, I don't even want to hear. I have this sickening feeling it will never be quite the same car that I loved so well. Also, I am now having to clean the hell out of the garage so that there is room for the Prius inside. No more leaving the Prius outside. I still think I am more likely to use a gun on myself than an intruder, so that is out of the question... but Goddess, I want to hunt them down and hurt them. Which really is a sign of spiritual immaturity.

Went to an AA meeting today, something I do not do with the frequency that I need to. It was a good meeting; there was a newcomer and she reminded me why it is so important not to take that first drink. Because if my life is terrible now, all I have to do to make it much worse is drink.

There is so much more I want to write but it is 12:19am and I have work in the morning so I must stop.

EDIT: Man, I didn't realize how fucking fat and ugly I was till I looked at the pictures. Maybe I should buy a gun after all.