Last night I went into a bar for the first time in 45 days. I didn’t drink. I was eating out with a friend and, while waiting to be seated, he ordered a Maker’s Mark in the restaurant bar. I was a little tempted but that’s it – just a little. I didn’t feel an overwhelming need to grab the glass out of his hand. I didn’t have to summon a herculean reserve of willpower to stay sober. I felt great. It was a gift of the Magi.