Last night I awoke at 4 am covered in sweat. I tried to get back to sleep but I only drifted into marginal unconsciousness plagued by nightmares. I don’t know what’s happening to me. I guess I had an anxiety attack of some sort. When I finally got out of bed I was covered in sweat. I haven’t had night sweats since I stopped drinking (or at least since the first week or two of recovery). I’m not sure  why I’m so worked up. This hasn’t been a great week but most of the ugliness has passed. Maybe this week’s karma thug is hitting me with one parting blow. C’est la vie. C’est la guerre.