Accountability and transparency dictate that I write here that I had a glass of wine last night while breaking my fast. It wasn't a drinking atmosphere, in fact four adults didn't finish one bottle and nobody cajoled or in any fashion tried to persuade me; I just decided to have a glass with dinner. Not two, but not none either. I'm still sorting out my feelings about what transpired, but I'm not beating myself up or fearing that this will open a floodgate of additional pours in the future.
Today it's back to my new normal.