Yard work and beer! Here in the sultry humid south I considered the two inseparable. Towards the end of my drinking career I even had a special spot behind the pool pump to hide my extra stash.
I still hear the AV at times, always will I guess, but over the last few months I've come to realize that a craving now is generally fleeting and more like an annoying little gnat buzzing about. Nothing like the full on attack of a mama grizzly bear anymore. What a great realization.
