Originally Posted by ARTEMIS

The beast wanted a drink. Ok. What did I want? I wanted to be home and be in bed. ............................ Ok...it came...I looked at it....it passed. This will happen again. The thought itself is not the problem. What I choose to do with the thought was the problem.

So I told the beast when we got home it could take the car back to the wine store...I was going to bed. And I did.