Good days, bad days

Thursday was a good day. I got through it without a stray thought, got a whole heap of work done, and things at home seem to be returning to something more approaching normal than they have been for months. Mrs 386 seemed almost to her old self last night. I even prayed. And realised that I haven't actually done that for, well, I can't remember how long.

Is it a coincidence that things start to look up so soon after I decided to get back into my recovery program?

I must not get complacent though; even now there's a stray thought tugging at my brain, a website I can go and find. I won't. I will stay strong today.