life and puppies

With the addition of a new {on sale} curtain that I just love, the last of the icksville miniblinds have come down and I think the sewing room is done.

And I’m aware buying a curtain for a sewing room may be odd. But blah. 

GOLD!! 

(A perk of lawyering – binder clips. Usually they’re used as chip clips. This week they’re used to hold the fabric to the lamp shade while the glue does its thing.) 

I think I’m going to take some of these deer out by going back over them with the charcoal paint, but I’m going to do the whole pattern before deciding on that. 

Just wait. I think (read: hope) it’s going to work. 

On a semi-arbitrary day in April – April 24 if you must know – I set about to do the undoable, the unthinkable, the unimaginable. I set out to do something NO ONE has ever done before. And when I say no one, I mean NO ONE. Except, of course, I don’t. Not at all. Not even a little bit. People do it all the time. In fact, it wasn’t that long ago that I did it myself. “When was that?” you might be asking yourself. I actually had to ask myself that, too, but then – while I was scratching my head and remembering high school someone politely reminded me that I was pregnant just over four years ago. Oh right. 2011-12. See? I can handle this. I’ve even handled this during this very same decade. Ok, so are you on to me yet, Dear Reader?

That’s right. This is that AO and I have been shunning alcohol since April 24. Or April 25, I guess. April 24 was the day of our last drop. Today is our 18th day without imbibing. My goal is 28 days, but we’ll see. I might go crazy and try 30. But I might not. One day at a time, right? Or 28 days at a time as it were. Or is. Anyway, here are a few of the things that I have noticed that are different in the days that I have had Not. A. Drop.

• Not as many things are really that different. I was sort of expecting to become a brilliant, sage, well-coiffed, radiant person with a halo around me during at least my waking hours. None of these things have happened.
• Sugar cravings are real. Turns out alcohol might have some sugar in it so that when it’s gone, the body kinda misses the sugar fix. Who knew? Weird.
• After 9 p.m., without a glass of wine or a vodka soda and nothing great on Lifetime and having exhausted the Longform app and Slate, I usually say, “I guess I may as well turn out the light” and I’m asleep about two seconds later.
• ^^^ That was after the first couple of nights. The first couple of nights without the alcohol to put me into the sleepy slumber were a little hard. But since then? Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. I’m sorry, did you say som– zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
• It’s easier than I thought it’d be, but I do miss it. Especially the social aspect. And the relaxing aspect. But, I’m still really grateful for this time to kinda reset. And happy AO and I are in this together.

Now then, do you think I should have a martini or red wine on May 22?