One month has passed since two pints of alcohol passed my 
Iips. I have struggled two or three times to stop drinking for one month. This however has come about by my situation with living alone alone again and needing to save money where possible to provide for my son when I have him. Yes I worked over and bought an ipad2 but that is the final piece in the puzzle to keep me on the straight and narrow. The month off the booze so far has shown I am on the right path. I am stable minded and happy so why spoil it with the demon drink. What do I do to unwind? Nothing because I am not wound in the first place. I look forward to this year being over so that I can draw a line under the events which got me here. Things with my ex are very pleasant though and I  have been really very lucky. Six months in and it was still the absolute correct thing to do for all concerned. It's not the life I would have chosen but as it goes it's too good for what you would expect a break up to leave you with. Hopefully I will be telling you that I have not drank have two months but we will see. I don't want to predict the future and spoil it. 
After squeezing a flannel in my hands I woke up with a hand like a claw of a bird. I think I must have just pulled it but I wondered if it was the start of arthritis. Hairy eyebrows, a bad shoulder and weak knees and White hairs atop my head and then a claw hand is a good description of my body.  I think it's safe to say that at 37 my best days are over. If my body was a car I would have traded it In for scrap. ok I'm off to bed for some beauty sleep during which I will pull my shoulder and piss three times and the awake before the alarm anyway. I suppose I could always look forward to the best years of my life (since life begins at forties).