Dear (((Liz)))! That is obscene that it was 109 degrees yesterday where you live. It was hot here as well but not that hot! It at least cooled off enough here to sleep, with all the windows open and the fan blowing. I didn’t dream about gambling, but woke up with a feeling that I had gambled yesterday, and I have to reassure myself that I didn’t. I’ve never had that happen before unless I had really gambled in real life. I certainly wouldn’t want to go to my group next Tuesday and have to say I didn’t have a good week. I’m going to drive in to the city for the group as I think it’s really important that I go on a weekly basis. I notice that when I slip and have a gamble, that my clear-headed thinking evaporates for a few days, which I don’t like. I ran to the bank yesterday evening and deposited all the cheques and cash that have been in the house since August 1st, as Danny hadn’t deposited them. I took the grandgirls as no gambling insurance. I notice that Danny is creating his own bachelor pad. He bought himself a Keurig coffee maker, has peanuts in a dispenser beside his lazy boy chair, has beer and premixed cocktails in the fridge, has organized the pantry, has went to the butcher and got himself things he likes to eat like different kabobs, etc. It’s good to see he is moving on, but I detect a certain level of anger. He mentioned that someone had told him I was on Facebook again. He made a comment about now having to explain to other people why his wife was living in the city. I asked him what time he was leaving yesterday, and his response was that he was leaving when he was leaving. I have to sort out the vehicle insurance as unless I do, Neither one of us has insurance as of August 18th. Carole
