success comes in small steps

So...I was going to write yesterday but then got freaked out about jinxing us in our path. And he did ask for wine when I had him make that loin for dinner--mashed up turnips and potatoes with an instant pot pork loin cooked in 20 minutes---and I won the argument because--I have been sleeping, guys. This is a new thing for me, and clearly my liver was the thing waking up at 3 am every night, ready to start a new day, one day closer to its end...there definitely is no way to survive favorably in a condition like that---and maybe life can keep going on this way, pleasant and not divided--the days are a little easier to bear if they aren't punctuated by bullshit, easier to manifest out of the bottom of a wine bottle than the two of us, jaws open watching the Olympics, readily aware of our own shortcomings as human beings, left out in the rain, forgotten buckets of nothing more than we're not. I've got a new goal--err, goals. Don considers the idea of a lottery in a different way than I do sometimes, and that is okay...I think it's a better idea than most I've ...