Captain Obvious here: going through a divorce after 30+ years together isn't much fun. I'm tempted to drink now & then, just because I'm alone in the apartment and there's no one to nag at me. Well, except for my hilarious cat, who doesn't nag unless her food dish is empty. But I really don't want to experience the sheer awfulness of a hangover ever again. The last one I had scared the heck out of me because it lasted for an entire week. I was afraid I'd finally gone too far and would never regain my health.