Once again, burying myself in the fog of a heavy buzz has become my nightly routine. Then clearing the empty wine bottle from the kitchen counter every morning while silently admonishing myself for drinking again instead of attending to my anxiety-inducing mountain of responsibilities, is how I start the morning. Not the way to start, or end, a day. I am having major surgery in a few days. I know that will mean no drinking for at least a couple of weeks. I am hoping that will jump start me back to a mostly, if not completely, sober life. I need to confront all the things I have been hiding from. I deserve better for myself. So back on the wagon I go.