January 1st, 1982
12:45 am— officially now, the holidays are over. Survived. I’ve just come from a lovely party at Eileen and Gary’s. Relaxed, comfortable— serious, kind. I love being with sober people. And, now, we can turn our clocks back to Normal Time and proceed with real life.
A terrible mood for days now. Is this an emotional aftermath of the holidays? Or just the ongoing saga of getting sober? Or is it this miserable hacking cold I’ve been suffering with for two weeks? Or is it the accumulated malaise of not being actually well since Thanksgiving?
I broke my week-long attempt at celibacy today carousing the dirty bookstores and theaters around Times Square.
I qualified for the first time at a meeting this morning at Living Now. I actually enjoyed the long-dreaded event. Joanne chaired the meeting— Ray and Dale came to hear me. It was a good meeting. It made me very happy and calm.
Overcast rainy day. I decide to finally pay attention to this horrible cold I’ve had for a couple of weeks. Snuggled all day in my nightshirt , sweating, coughing, drinking fresh squeezed orange juice and taking massive doses of vitamin C. Television and popcorn.
I am filled with serenity tonight. I know that everything is going to be OK. This is going to be a wonderful year.
