I'm grateful for the full moon that peeks in my window while I sleep.
Full moons are hopeful things.
It's a return to winter out there this morning
but spring is a coming.
The worst is almost over.
I hope I don't regret typing that
or have to eat my words.
I get to attend a mid week AA meeting today.
That's a hopeful thing, too.
I did yoga yesterday for the first time in ages.
I slept like a baby last night.
As long as I don't act like one
it's all good.