I’m grateful for a rainy evening. I’m grateful for the chance to get a lot of writing done. I’m grateful for my Big Book Study Group. I’m grateful for upcoming visits from my children. I’m grateful to have a roommate next week. I’m grateful for finding the way back and grateful for the breadcrumbs along the way. I’m grateful to wake up and find myself living in NYC. I’m grateful to be sober today.
Yes, it’s another photo from the 4th of July.
And here’s another photo of something delicious:
Is this turning into a food blog? No, but astute and regular readers will remember a reference in a recent gratitude list to a “boatload of raspberries and blueberries.”1 I’m not going to lie, the muffins are pretty good. And speaking of pretty good, well, pretty great actually, there’s this:
Continuing on the subject of pretty great, I’ve really been enjoying the Substack newsletter “Macrodosing,” and thought this essay was thought-provoking:
Here’s the funny coincidence—Jamee Sailor Rowe is going to be my guest on Breakfast with an Alcoholic this weekend!2 And in between there and here, the Liner Notes for Episode 15 will appear in your inbox and then you will have many more details on my snowball fight with Warren Zevon in 1982. I can’t wait either!3
Thanks for Letting Me Share
I know, that’s a lot of butter. And, yet, is it enough?
People are saying that Breakfast with an Alcoholic is becoming the preferred podcast for emerging talent on Substack. Sorry, I don’t have names or anything.
I meant that sincerely and hope you did, too.
Woohoo! Also laughing over the “background check not necessary to subscribe” joke 😂
I am grateful for constructive criticism. I am grateful for my tutor really helping out because I'm so stinking lost. I am grateful for my boss not always being robot like. I am grateful for my friends baby sleeping so peacefully in my "tent". I am grateful for a Venti chai tea lattes with 7 pumps of vanilla . I am grateful for random family gatherings .