This morning after breakfast I fell into a deep sleep. During this sleep I had intense spiritual dreams. I don't recall the details of the dreams but I felt as if dramatic events played out. I remember sobbing terribly at one point with deep grief and then ending with immense gratitude.

When I woke up I felt remorseful at falling asleep and I felt unproductive and aimless. My wife helped me sort out some tasks and I set into motion and got some things done. I was grateful for her understanding and kindness.

I heard her take a twelve step call and we talked afterward about the gratitude we get from helping others. In the afternoon my oldest son asked me why I read the Grapevine magazine and we had a long talk about alcoholism, spiritual recovery, and how the stories give me inspiration.

I got to talk to a guy in recovery for a long time about some issues. I got to run errands with my youngest daughter and do some bonding. She really talked my ear off and amazed me with her new words.

We were blessed with some cloud cover and a cool down to the mid nineties and I got to take my son and his friend to the park for some baseball practice.

In the evening I got to answer a call from the meetings update line and talk to a new guy who wants to get sober.

Thanks be to God for this glorious day.