Old friend of mine asked me to come over and help install a new TV last night. I did and he and his wife were drinking beer and wine. It was so weird. It didn't bother me nor did I crave. I didn't even think about the possibility of facing a challenge when I went over. In my mind I was only thinking about wiring surround sound.
I hung out for a couple hours. Of course they offered me a drink (I never discussed the direction I'm going beforehand). I simply said I'm done with that for a while. No questions asked. A simple "good for you" and that was it.
The grip didn't tug me. Iced tea tasted fine. And I went home not really thinking much about it. I'm not sure if it's because I never thought about it in advance before I walked in their door or if I'm slowly removing myself from "needing" to drink every day.
Either way, today is lucky D13. Feeling fine.
Edit to add: I fell asleep before 11pm last night. Of a Friday?? haha