I swam a mile today, took me 59’52”, but I swam a mile. I felt righteously tired afterwards, the feeling I have when I do something I’m supposed to do.

Tomorrow, if I wake up in time, I’m going to an Al-anon meeting, because I’m a hot mess around codependency, with R, my elder son. Having an alcoholic in one’s life is a nightmare. I can’t give them their recovery. That recovery is that alcoholic’s responsibility.

Wish me luck.