This morning I thought about how upset I was last night that my team lost the CWS. I also thought about how I stumbled on the videos of sporting deaths, suicides, and war atrocities. It made me realize how my emotional reactions to some events are disproportionate to the importance of the event. Even when I minimalize them. This helped me to regain some perspective, thanks be to God.

Today I was home all day with the kids. My wife and I talked and tentatively agreed that we should plan on this arrangement for the foreseeable future.

I wasn't able to do anything other than attend to the children today.

In the afternoon I filled up two swimming pools and we all had a blast in the 106 degree heat. There was a sprinkle of rain which gave me hope that the weather will eventually change.

I haven't been able to get to a meeting and I am seriously isolated right now. I am going to have to look hard at how to work within this scenario to resolve this.

I don't recall any major selfishness, dishonesty, resentment, or fear today.

I thought about Michael Jackson's and Farrah Fawcett's deaths this evening. I thought about how most people don't think of either of them as drug addicts, just disordered people. I believe it is because neither one of them dealt with it themselves.

I am grateful today that I am clear about the nature of my disease and that I get to live.

Thanks be to God.