I’m grateful for a really great day. I’m very grateful for a certain officer in the Navy. I’m grateful for a soft pink and orange sky. I’m grateful to see things the way I do now. I’m grateful for love and hope and kindness. I’m grateful to be sober today.
Amid all of the hoopla surrounding modern-era Halloween, it’s possible that you might have overlooked the release of Episode XXV of Breakfast with an Alcoholic. I understand and I’m here to help:1
Of course, there is more coming on this later, but the thing that really stood out to me about Episode XXV was the conversation Jane and I had about keeping the plates spinning while were drinking. I referred to my life then as involving the projection of a sober-ish hologram, which was necessary because I was drinking on a daily basis. I make a comment about how, when I was drinking, it was like leading at least two lives. It’s not the first time I’ve thought of my life while drinking as the life of a spy. And, like a good spy, I also effectively resisted Jane’s efforts to interrogate me on the topic of my nickname:
I think you would enjoy listening to the entire episode, but that’s me.2 Also, if you were busy applying very complex make-up or hair products yesterday, or were wearing a vision-limiting mask and missed the Weekly Gratitude Round-Up, well, I’ve got you covered there too, partner:3
I’m headed out to purchase my body-weight in candy, as I think that’s my obligation as a grown-up on Halloween. Jane is at the helm for tomorrow morning’s Gratitude List—talk soon.
Thanks for Letting Me Share
The title today has really nothing to do with what I wrote, I really just liked the way “In Between Halloween” sounded.
I’m sorry, there are no more clues or hints forthcoming.
No, I’m not sure where the western affect came from.