The drink demons were screaming this morning, “Drink! Drink! Drink!”

I felt like curling into the fetal position. But, once again, my afternoon walk came to the rescue. I walked/jogged to exhaustion. That seemed to do the trick. I just got out of the shower and the demons are quiet. Whew! I think I’m trading alcoholism for walkoholism. That’s not such a bad trade in my mind. Maybe walkoholism will lead to jogoholism. Is walking a gateway drug?