This morning my youngest daughter woke me up and immediately said I want to go downstairs with grandma.

We had a good morning, I enjoyed reliving last night's baseball game with my wife and her step mom.

As we prepared to leave I found myself getting irritated with my wife's actions and her behavior with the kids.

We bickered some about our lunch decisions but eventually had a nice one and a decent trip home.  On the way we had an interesting discussion about some recent thoughts I have had as to the unreasonable demands of our culture that cause us to spend too much time working and apart from cultivating our character and that of our dependents and interdependents.

We made it home safely and I experienced an altered sense of perception of the layout of my neighborhood and my home.  I had a renewed appreciation for the place that I get to live.

As the afternoon progressed into evening, I realized that I was due for a meeting and really wanted to go.  But my wife started making comments about her needs and exhaustion and I got the impression that it would set her off if I went.   I thought about my recent recommittal to own the initiative for my sobriety and go anyway but then I remembered it was speaker meeting night and decided I would rather go tomorrow night.  Then I got a call from my sponsor who said that the speaker called him and said no one was there.  He was angry that everyone has forgotten the fellowship that got them sober.

I went to the meeting and enjoyed the story and the fellowship and being supportive.  I got to talk to people who were new or new again.  I got to perform some service.

Thanks be to God.