. . . in to my 30 days of being dry, that is. No alcohol.
In a previous post, I mentioned that I’d be going dry for 30 days in solidarity with my wife (she’s doing a 30 day diet/exercise regime). In the interest of full disclosure, I must declare that I did, indeed, finish the Cotes Du Rhone that was already opened. Hey! It was open!
Otherwise, I haven’t been drinking at all. I wasn’t sure if I’d want to participate, but, since I went to the trouble of writing it down, I find myself compelled to do the 30 days.
It’s science.
The only effect, so far, has been the realization of how much a habit of drinking wine with dinner has been. I catch myself absently casting about for that mysterious “something” I’m missing. Then I realize, oh yeah, no wine with dinner. And so I have water and that’s been okay.
I’ll probably have a Guinness on St. Patrick’s day, or a glass of Jameson. Or, again, I might not.
Darn science.
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