It’s 6 months today since I last had a drink. (And here I am below, poking my head out of the shadows to wave hi to you. Hi!) It was a day, a good day in spite of The Current Fraughtness Recently Discussed. I slept late, walked the dog, went to the new Coen Brothers movie, and browsed a wonderful all-poetry bookstore to buy a gift for my husband. In a bit I’ll head off to my neighborhood yoga studio for a special practice honoring the solstice, or as I like to call it, the day before the day things start getting lighter. I don’t know how I’ll feel tomorrow or even an hour from now, but at this moment I couldn’t say there’s anything missing from my life that I actually need. And also not too much more present than I can manage. Happy 6 to me, and happy whatever month or day or hour it is to you, too.