Yesterday, I finally and quite suddenly (after being told it would likely be another few months before I would know for sure one way or the other) that I do, in fact, get to keep my job. For the past three months plus since leaving treatment, I have been going to work and getting paid, but not allowed to do just a whole hell of a lot pending the results of an investigation begun as a direct result of my abuse of alcohol. As near as I can tell, it’s all done now and I get to go back to work. There is a not insignificant part of me still waiting for the other shoe to drop, but I am nonetheless very glad. Although oddly enough, I think the majority of the glad-happy part stems from being able to be around my colleagues again, my friends, many of whom I count among my Family, the Circle. That’s all, I think. Just wanted to drop the good news down on proverbial paper.