Making her meeting

It was hot, sweaty summertime and I was temporarily assigned to the Middle East. I'd been sober for six months. I tried to take care of myself by eating well, drinking plenty of water, running when the temperature was not over 100 F and even volunteering at the post library to stay out of trouble. At my last duty station, my sponsor and I had worked through the Steps as far as we could, given the circumstances. A few good men had made a few good suggestions about finding meetings: check with the senior enlisted advisor, the chief nurse and the chaplain. The chaplain said that "recovering alcoholics used to meet at the base occasionally, but none have lately, which is to be expected when troops rotate so often." Relieved, I said, "Mind if I 'meet' with myself?"