Life Under Reconstruction

Hi All!

After 120 days away from home, I arrived last night for an understated, low key return. Slept like a baby and woke up this morning to enter the next phase in my journey.

I have to turn myself in at the Ramsey County Workhouse next Monday to get fitted with the electronic monitoring gear. Apparently they often drag out the "processing" for a day or two so one can get a little jail time.

I'm hoping that when I plop my ziploc filled with 11 prescription bottles on the counter, that they will want to get rid of me fast, so they don't have to do all the paper work of checking them in and administering them.

The coming 90-days of virtual house arrest is something I can't but dread, but by living in the present and keeping myself busy, I'll get through it. For someone who has always been fiercely and stubbornly independent the past months and the next three will have broken me down pretty well.

By May, when the trees leaf out and I celebrate my 49th birthday and 24th anniversary. The shackles will be gone and I can start my new life.

It will take awhile to get used to blogging again, but it is part of my sober therapy and I intend to publish worthwhile reading material.

Stay tuned....

Cheers!