7th floor. Cool.
Today was just a "normal" day.
Slept in til about 9:00. Just kind of vegged until I had to be to the field for my sons baseball game at noon.
Coached his team to a 23-1 loss, argued with other coach about one of his players using an illegal bat, in the process. Like it would have mattered...
Was happy the wife was taking the kids shopping after the game and I didn't have to go. Picked up some lunch (firehouse subs) took it home and watched the tigers game. Drifted in and out of sleep in the process, as Verlander toyed with a no hitter.
Woke up when wife and kids came home. Daughter had a softball game at 6:30 so I went out and worked with her a bit to get ready. Got to the field, other team didn't show...so I had to sit there and watch them practice in this brisk Michigan, May weather.
Came home, ate a late dinner, helped kids finish up homework, helped them get ready for bed and have been watching the boob tube ever since.
Dip never even crossed my mind today. I had zero anxiety, zero craves, zero anything. I was just like a real normal guy.
Well, that's what day 700 looks like from the Diesels eyes.
Pretty boring, eh?
God I love boring, and so will any of you who are struggling right now wondering if things will get better. They will. I promise.
Quit on...