3:58 pm, Sunday, with NFL playoffs being broadcast. Last weekend, and pretty much every weekend before, I would have been sneaking shots of vodka in between glasses of white wine ( "I swear honey, I'm only drinking wine").
This Sunday, I made a pot of soup, and turned off the NFL so my daughter could watch "Daniel Tiger".
Definitely better, although I will confess that I am already sick of kids TV. Oh well . . . : )