11.16.25
Today was one of those mornings where I knew if I didn’t get my ass in the shower immediately, the day was going to disappear without me. I actually surprised myself by doing it, and I’m glad I did because the women’s meeting was its usual brand of magic. The topic was “Taking a trip, not taking a trip,” shared by a woman getting ready for her first big vacation in sobriety. Everyone shared what works for them on the road, and if I ever want to travel, I’d use every single one of their tricks. Life will throw a million booze-filled situations without travel at me anyway, so I’m stashing those little tools away in my toolbox for when the universe inevitably decides to test me again.
After the meeting, I got a few hours in with a good friend at Scheels. Neither of us had been before, and we quickly realized we probably shouldn’t be turned loose in that place. It’s just dangerous to sell clothing, ammo, and handmade candy all under one roof. Kids in a candy store don’t have anything on us. We actually made it out with all our supplies for next weekend’s shooting adventure and didn’t break the bank. The guys at the gun counter only had to ask a couple of times, “Oh… that’s a serious question?” No one was too offended, I don’t think. Pretty standard outing for two teenagers trapped in these old-lady bodies.
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