If I was an abused welfare mom we'd be a better match. But I'm not.

Yesterday was Pi day.  I got to have some peach pie with fat free ice cream with Dina and Summer.  I had just finished reading Lit the night before which got me thinking about sobriety, prayer and miracles.  The presence of grace was a theme in the movie Philomena that Dina and I went to see  as well.

Of course as is typical with me thinking about sobriety led to a desire to to get drunk and last Tuesday started at the New Orleans tapas place and ended at Chopsticks II.  I flirted with a derelict but made it to bed alone.

The second book I picked up at Powell's with Mia last month is The Executioner's Song.