Monday night
There are so many reasons to have a drink.
Tonight my daughter called crying. She'd had a really bad day at work. I felt her pain... I was able to talk her through it, but it was emotionally exhausting. I sure could use a glass of wine.
But I didn't and in time, the urge went away.
I think I'm getting used to this but I hate to be over-confident or smug. I know that 1 glass would be the beginning of the end for me.