It's funny (but not) how those well-worn habits and thought patterns can pop back up in varying forms.
I stopped by my actual office (haven't worked there in close to two years now) the other day to start cleaning out my desk/space.
When the elevator doors closed, I had a very keen awareness of how I used to get in that box several times/day and think, "What a lot of nonsense - I'm glad it's only x hours until I can go home and drink."
But that was only a memory, not a suggestion.
For all I know, the next time I get in that same elevator, the beast will be waiting inside.
No matter.
I never drink now, so the beast can do me no harm.
Happy Almost 22 Months, Rockbottom. I'm almost as pleased for you as I am for myself!
I think Jan/Ravel's anniversary is right around the same time.
Go us!