Talk about your day thread

[Bammer]

Five years sober

:fistbump:

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[spike]

Five years sober

How do you feel?

Very groggy today. My wife watches a lot of Chip & Joanna Gaines and she gets these decoration ideas…At about 2am these branches she uses as decor fell over in our living room and she popped up, “Someone’s in our house! Wake up, someone’s in our house!” Adrenaline pumping, I flew out to the living room ready to die for my family but alas…

Tough to get back to sleep after that and now we’re hosting seven little girls and their moms for a Xmas cookie party. So I am struggling but glad to live in service to my family!

How do you unwind after a day like that?

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Ello Sailor]

We mustn't forget podcasts and rimming.

[Ello Sailor]

I think one the most ringing endorsements of sobriety is Trag, in his 40s, being able to hang with the young guns in competitive online shooters (vidya games). That shit is tough as hell.

[dad]

heck yeah. great job, trag.

[spike]

I think one the most ringing endorsements of sobriety is Trag, in his 40s, being able to hang with the young guns in competitive online shooters (vidya games). That shit is tough as hell.

What if he’s… addicted?

[Ello Sailor]

Then the leaderboards await.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[spike]

I think one the most ringing endorsements of sobriety is Trag, in his 40s, being able to hang with the young guns in competitive online shooters (vidya games). That shit is tough as hell.

What if he’s… addicted?

Oh there’s definitely a compulsive element to video games for me…But I’ve managed to keep it in check.

Yeah I’m kinda glad I didn’t work too hard to find a PS5 a couple years ago.

[VinylGuy]

I ve been thinking of getting a ps5 but i dont know...last console i had was xbox one and after a while i just didnt used it anymore

[Higgs]

Congrats trag. Good shit.

We are away on holidays till just after Xmas, booked into a gorgeous little Air Bnb cottage on the Mornington Peninsular for a few days. I have sadly just discovered that I have broken my long standing covid virginity.

Oh well, at least we have a nice quiet place to isolate while we have to. Just hoping either the wiffey doesn't get it (fat chance) or if she does it's mild. She doesn't need a bad bout.

[Bammer]

Five years sober

Meeting up with RM creeps in Missoula will have an impact on a man.

[E.H. Ruddock]

Five years sober

Meeting up with RM creeps in Missoula will have an impact on a man.

[BurtReynolds]

I am really not cut out to be a children's author.

[Coach]

I think she used my new mouthwash last night because no bad breath. Nice work, RM!

[spike]

Did you just leave it out on the sink, or were you more direct?

[Coach]

Did you just leave it out on the sink, or were you more direct?

I left it on my bathroom sink.

When she got to my place, I told her that I had a busy day, including some shopping and I mentioned that I bought new mouthwash among other things....which is all true. I listed about 12 things I got and included the 'wash in there. Looks like we are on a good path now.

[spike]

Did you just leave it out on the sink, or were you more direct?

I left it on my bathroom sink.

When she got to my place, I told her that I had a busy day, including some shopping and I mentioned that I bought new mouthwash among other things....which is all true. I listed about 12 things I got and included the 'wash in there. Looks like we are on a good path now.

Oh great, now she thinks you’re boring.