Six years ago this morning, my car got towed from the parking lot of an Osco pharmacy in Chicago's Hyde Park neighborhood at something like 4 in the morning. I was unemployed, desperate for money, and my friend had just paid me $150 to take care of their pets for two weeks while they were gone to South America. I had taken them to the airport, and on the way home, stopped at Dunkin Donuts in Hyde Park for an extra-large coffee and two donuts.
The tow fee was $125, plus bus fare. It was not one of my better days. As my blog post that morning also shared, it was the single most expensive snack-food I have ever eaten - figuring that the coffee figured to about $45, and the donuts were about $43 apiece, all told.
Today was much, much better by comparison.
My friends in recovery will tell me that if I want to see how important my problems are, I should try to remember what I was really worried about a week ago. Part of the joy of a blog, a journal or a diary is that I really can see what the big deals were, once upon a time. And they just aren't so very big deals, any more.
