It snowed last night. Once again I marveled at the beauty and serenity of the silence that snow brings with it.

I wasn't sure about attending mass but I went on in any way. I am so glad that I did. There were only 18 of us in attendance. For a while I was afraid that I was going to be the only one. Slowly others came in. I volunteered to help with the counting today. That's a biggie for me that few realize. It's okay. God and I realize my defects.

Barry has already run through the week's worth of groceries that we secured for him on Friday. I'm not surprised but I am at the same time. He's said for the umpteenth time that he's not making it on his own and he's talked once again about a group home. I'm okay with him going. I just don't want it to be my decision. I don't want to be responsible for making the decision so that he can come back to lay guilt or blame on me. I feel like there ought to be some other people sharing the decision making process with Barry included. It is, after all, his life that we're talking about.

No school tomorrow. I just received the computer generated call about that. Not sure why. The snow has already melted.

I opted not to go to the Sunday night Al-Anon meeting tonight. I've got to ration my gas. Pay day is not until next Friday. I've got to stretch everything until then. It can be done. I do well to take care of myself sometimes. It's when others are added into the mix that I have problems.