It wasn’t even hard. Not drinking for two weeks. It wasn’t even hard. But then I was at my brother in laws house after sitting next to my father in laws hospice bedside all day... when he said the beef was in the fridge I could have sprinted there. And I think that first beer was downed within minutes. And more and more and more until it was time to leave and I barely remember the rest of the evening. I didn’t drink after 6p. So that’s good. But I drank enough to make up for it. How embarrassing
